He comes back a few minutes later, with his face and his teeth scrubbed clean. But he frowns a little to find her still standing there. Ah, it's probably weird. She probably feels awkward.

"No offense, but you really can't wear that dress in my bed. Okay?"

He opens a drawer and pulls out some shorts for himself, and then another pair. From the next drawer, he takes a couple of t-shirts. He grabs the wall for a minute, dizzily, then gives her a curious glance.

"Unless you don't want to-I mean, I know it's no fun to hang out with someone who's-" His nose crinkles distastefully "-y'know. Throwing up chunks."

Which he's pretty sure he's done with. Hopefully.