Joey blinked for a second, her brow creasing and a semi-confused smile pulling at her lips, both at the way he looked at her before he suggested they "get [her] into bed" and at the way he smirked and quirked his eyebrows. In spite of herself, she huffed a little laugh. "What's that look for?" she asked, but she started toward her — their, she had to remind herself — bedroom all the same, without having to be told twice. The whole last hour and change of her shift at the med bay, all she'd been able to think about was laying down and taking a nap.
Once she got into the room, Joey toed off her shoes and took off her shirt, leaving her in a tank-top and a pair of jeans that only mostly fit and didn't really flatter, and she let herself fall dramatically, face first, onto the bed. "Mmmmm...bed," she moaned gratefully, just laying there half-on and half-off the bed for a moment before pushing herself up so that she could get on the bed all the way. Scooting onto it, she looked up at Stiles. "...are you...taking a nap, too?" she wondered aloud.