Y'can't. I mean I'd love for you t'be able t'bring it to me but you can't touch it without hurtin' yourself.

[He rolls his eyes and takes another drink.] 'n thanks, 'm pretty sure I do look like shit right now, but that'll change in an hour.

[He walks haggardly over to his bag and pulls out a t-shirt, pulling it on partly with his hands and partly with small bursts of telekinesis.] 'n then it'll just be the tiredness 'n.. other things that'll have me worse for wear.