He let her ruffle his hair with a fond frown, and managed a small half-smile at her joke, nodding his head minimally. Though he didn't quite know how she could help him, he appreciated the sentiment and her willingness to do that for him.
Breathing in and raising his eyebrows, blinking the lethargy away a little and running a hand through his hair in reflex, he stretched his back slightly, unused to slumping like he was. "Gladly," he replied, unaware that she was thinking about that gun, but would have completely agreed with her; it would have been a nightmare if he'd had it that night.
Robbie glanced around the room, shaking his head at the state it was in, the slightly rumpled clothes he was wearing - not quite sweatpants, but he was in his pyjamas, grey cotton bottoms and white tee. "Sorry about the mess."