Deimos turned and looked at Lottie, seriousness in his features. He wanted very much for her to feel alright about all of this, and from what he was getting, she wasn't upset about it any more than he was. That was a good thing. But she was babbling, and he was trying to remember that part where they'd decided they needed a bed, and why the decision had been to go to her bed instead of the one that was just a few rooms away. The lack of logic between them was really quite astounding.
"We're fine." He promised, and untangled himself only enough to get a better look at the room. Nem's room, apparently. "Did it in Nem's bed," he repeated softly, considering the ramifications of what that meant, "We're not going to be fine if she ever finds out."
Deimos could very much picture Nemesis' reaction to this, and it wasn't a pleasant image. It overcame the flashes of memory of the night that kept causing a smile to appear pretty quickly.
What they needed to do was get the hell out of there. Just collect themselves, and vanish. A plan was forming in his head and he was about to start speaking the gist of it out loud when it suddenly became too late.