[He would have preferred the couch, or a chair, but those wouldn't be easy to keep dry. Taking the towel, he drapes it over his head and rubs at it.] Alright. [And with that, he folded the towel and set it down first, then sat himself about halfway on the bed.]
[Lockon hadn't meant for it to come out like that. He smiles, a little uneasily.] I just mean... I'm sure he's told you a few things. Like maybe how long it's been since we've seen each other - well, longer for him - ...? [Now he was unsure of what she may or may not know.]