All right, he has to think carefully. He doesn't want to heal the effects of the alcohol, but he does want to prevent any long term damage, and Nobunaga just channels all his anger and frustration with other worlds, caste systems, idiocy, things so far beyond his ability to control, the crushed spirit of this man who didn't even see himself as a weapon, but as something less than, and oh that burns Nobunaga inside out...

He throws it as emotionally and magically into the sake Gokudera's drinking as he can.

"Shit."

He overdid it again. He always will. He has no capacity to moderate anything. It goes against his grain. He has a spinning headache, and he sprawls out on the ground. "Well..." ahhhh breathing is more labored than he expected. Okay. Focus on that first. Nobunaga's grateful that he doesn't have to save face around the young man. And...? Breathe. "I did something?" The world is spinning. And Nobunaga laughs, resting a hand over his eyes. At least he can still move it. "Now you just have to find out what." More quiet laughs.