( she's not much of a morning person, to be totally honest. usually, if she does spend the night, she sleeps in until later in the day, until she absolutely has to get a move on towards the gym or back home for a change of clothes. he's told her to make herself comfortable, and she's tried to; she's started to get in the habit of leaving things in the drawer robbie's left for her — nothing that she'd miss, really, just a few sets of work-out clothes and a pair of trusty pink nikes, and a set of slim fit jeggings and a few shirts for those rare moments they actually decide to leave the apartment on a whim.

wearing his shirt to sleep in is mostly out of laziness, but maybe a little bit too because she knows he likes the way the hem of the baseball tee curves just low enough to not be totally indecent. and, admittedly, it's pretty comfortable.

she'd have preferred to sleep in this morning too, but he'd left early, crawling out of bed and muttering something about unlocking the garage for some earlybird customer with an appointment, and she hadn't been able to fall back asleep afterwards. so here she was, staring into the fridge in the kitchen with a blank expression, trying to work up the motivation to actually feed herself.

which, all things being equal, makes baby's offer really enticing. even if things are a little awkward between them at the moment. )

Hey.

( she smiles, a tight curve of her mouth that's more polite than genuine, but there's no meanness or malice behind it. just tiredness and uncertainty, as if she's not sure if he really wants her to be there. )

It's really — you don't have to, I mean. I can go. If that's... you know? Like, I can just. ( ugh. why are words so difficult. ) If this is too weird for you, I can... you know, go back upstairs.

( because as convenient as bolting out the garage door towards her scooter may sound, she really would need to shower and change first. )