"Oh." He took in the dripping wet girl, a bit surprised. He forgot to find her a change of clothes, and she hadn't even used a towel. He got up from the sofa, and set aside the bit of her skirt she'd put on his head for him. For a moment he stared, unhelpfully, at the way her clothes clung to her wet body. Then he shook his head a bit, trying to clear the haze that girls always gave him, and went to get a towel from the closet. He held it out to her almost shyly, still a bit dazed, and licked his lips. "You, uh. You're wet. Here..."