He immediately understands the groan. There are groans that say 'ugh you're an idiot' and groans that say 'Ow'. This is definitely the latter. Robbie's hands both move, and he steps into position next to Vance with one arm loosely around him, ready to catch him if something goes too wobbly.

Vance doesn't pass out though, good sign. "I would be the best Deadpool. The friendly, neighborhood Deadpool. I do all my own special effects."

Not dropping the arm around Vance's shoulder, Robbie nods at the suggestion. "Wherever you're the most comfortable. I can sleep anywhere."

Anywhere Vance is, that is. Besides, someone has to keep an eye on him. "Let's go find the break room. I bet they're mainlining coffee."