Leaning against the counter was probably as homely as Sasuke could have made himself in Kakashi's barren little apartment with it's disappointing kitchenette, so Kakashi was satisfied with Sasuke's movement.

"Well, you're standing upright which tells me you're on your way to curing it by yourself, but there's a few things we can do to speed up the process."

He turned and started to pilfer through his almost empty cupboards for the few things he needed. He almost seemed lost in their depths, like this kitchen didn't belong to him at all. With his back turned, he'd also failed to notice the tiny predator approaching, but he couldn't ignore the soft clicking of it's claws. He side-stepped stealthily toward the furthest corner of the little kitchen.

"I know you don't like sweet things, but sugar and calories are what your system needs. I had no time for hangovers when I was younger, so I tried every method I could think of to ensure I wouldn't be laying useless in bed all day." He wasn't entirely sure why Sasuke needed to know that much, but was distracted from feeling stupid for sharing as he found the little bottle of honey he'd been looking for.