It wasn't weird to Len. At least not in the "You let me crash here for a while so have some breakfast because working the graveyard sucks and I know because I've been there" kind of way, not in a "thanks for the sex" kind of way. Besides, he'd brought food for himself, it seemed rude not to include her in that.
Len sat on the floor at the foot of the bed opening his own take out box full of breakfast and stabbing it with a fork. It had already been a long day and he had a full night ahead of him.
Should she plan on him being here when she got back? Hell it's not like he had anywhere else to stay- but that wasn't saying he couldn't just go get his own room. He did need to see some people about something to do while he was in town, but he was going to have to sleep at some point as well.
He gave a noncommittal shrug, "Play it by ear. Unless you need me out." Hey, that was fine by him too. This did technically count as aiding and abetting; he didn't have any problem leaving if him staying was going to cause trouble.
Staying in a "hey it's easier for me to just crash here and then we can also have sex" way not in a "oh let's snuggle and shit or whatever it is people do when they're not strictly just fucking" way.