[He still hasn't slept, and now he's beginning to hit the delirious stage of exhaustion and drunkenness.]

Why aren't you in bed? Our bed. It still smells like you. [A hiccup and then a long sigh.] Going to smell like you forever, too. Grayson saw to that.
Decent chap, Grayson. Once you get him out of being a stuffy git.

[A long silence, then another sigh.] Don't leave me here, Dorian. Don't go back to-- to that asshole who isn't me but's wearing my face. Come back.