"Lottie." Deimos laughed a little bit. "It's okay. Really. It's all okay. Please, stop saying that you're sorry, and please please stop crying. You're killing me."
He shook his head and looked at the fluffy sleeve of the fluffy robe that he had on. This was certainly not what he'd expected to happen. Actually, honestly, the whole night had been unexpected. But this was the first time in his life - he was pretty sure his whole life - that he'd ended up in something fluffy at the end of a night of sex.
The situation was bad, but he was fairly sure they could turn it around to be something amusing.
"Nem isn't going to stay mad forever. And I'm not mad now. I didn't particularly want to flash my sister, but hey. We'll count this as a twofer." He grinned at Lottie, hoping that the joke would at least get a smile from her.
He didn't like seeing her so upset. Especially over something like this. It was so silly. But he wasn't going to call her that. Or say the word out loud at all. He didn't want to make her cry more.
"We find something to wear, we go eat breakfast. Then it'll all be sorted. And we can find some junkyard to sift through for parts. What do you say?"