He didn't like to think about the time he'd spent outside the fence. He hadn't known there was a camp, he'd just been out there, laying low and hoping he'd wake up back in Beacon Hills. He'd spent ten months out there, on his own, and he'd managed to survive more or less without incident.
"Yeah. Well," he said and gave her a quick once-over, "let's get you into bed." He gestured toward the bedroom. Maybe it appeared suggestive, maybe not. He wasn't going for suggestive, but he kind of waggled his brow at her, and the corners of his mouth turned up.
He had half a mind to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. He didn't, but he thought about it, and thought maybe he should have.