It took Mia a second to realize that he was staring, and she couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Well, at least she knew he still liked her boobs.
"Thanks." She slid the shirt over her head. It smelled like him. Now that she thought about it, this whole room smelled like him. And pot, but that was irrelevant.
She snatched up a tissue and wiped at her face under her eyes, and when she turned back she was looking considerably better, less drunken trainwreck, more, well, just plain drunk. "Thanks for putting up with me," she said with a weak smile, easing down on to his bed.