[No. He had no idea she had a gun there. Though, in retrospect, it's not all that surprising. He also had no idea that's what she looked like... well. Naked.]
[His jaw works. And for a moment, he's completely at a loss for words. Then he clears his throat, and, despite the fact he is equally lacking in clothing, he sort of averts his eyes. That wall is fascinating. It's also easier for his hungover and aching brain to take in.]
What the hell are you doing here? In... [wait.] ... your bed.
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[No. He had no idea she had a gun there. Though, in retrospect, it's not all that surprising. He also had no idea that's what she looked like... well. Naked.]
[His jaw works. And for a moment, he's completely at a loss for words. Then he clears his throat, and, despite the fact he is equally lacking in clothing, he sort of averts his eyes. That wall is fascinating. It's also easier for his hungover and aching brain to take in.]
What the hell are you doing here? In... [wait.] ... your bed.