*occupies himself in the meantime, giving you (and himself) a bit of space* *awkwardly fits the lid back into place and manages to snap it shut between his wrist and knee, before dropping the bottle to the floor beside the bed*
*nods in response to your comment (no more than I hate seeing you like this)* *reasonably enough* We'll work it out. *smiles into the sudden darkness as you extinguish the light* Besides. Usually you end up on the other side of the bed by morning, but maybe now you'll stay put.