He was rubbing his eye when the robe was held out to him. He only paused to blink at it for a second before unabashedly reaching out to take it. He held one side in front of him and wiggled his arm into the sleeve - tight fit - and then stood to wrap it around himself. Pink and fuzzy was better than naked on his sister's bed.
He sat back down without thinking about it, probably should have remained standing. Not further tarnish Nem's sheets. But she was going to have to set them on fire anyway. Might even have to get rid of the mattress.
"Lottie." He said finally. "Lottie, I love you. But you really need to shut up."
Nemesis hadn't yelled at them yet. He wasn't quite sure how to take that, but he figured that Philotes continuing her train of thought, or lack of thought - train of random words spilling out in that case, was really the best thing for any of them.
And really, Nem really didn't need to know about the underwear.
"I'm sorry." He looked at Nemesis. Honestly sorry. Having sex in other people's beds wasn't okay and he knew that. He really hadn't been having a lot of luck in the sex department lately. Something had gone really wrong with each of his most recent encounters. Granted, after Nem was done with them, that would be the end of the horrible for this time around.
All they could do was wait though. Wait and see. Yelling? No yelling? He kind of deserved this pink robe, didn't he.