If there was a chill, Patty was much too invested in what was happening for her to feel it. She leaned into him, her forehead resting against his own when he responded, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from apologizing to him when she heard how his voice sounded. She didn't owe anybody an apology, she told herself that, and yet she still felt bad for making him upset.
Her legs untangled from around his waist and it was only then that Patty felt the chill of cold air against her front, when she was completely parted from him. "I'll bring it down," she agreed, her cheeks burning hotly. She wasn't embarrassed or shy, she was just overwhelmed with everything that was happening and so blindsided by it that she felt raw and exposed. It took her a moment before her arms wrapped across her chest again, but this time it was against the chill from her soaked shirt, along with more obvious reasons she would have to cover herself. "I'll be right back." She moved to turn around but she stopped, looking back at him with an almost worried glance, as if she wasn't sure he would still be there when she came back down. She almost asked him not to leave again but she stopped herself and forced herself to move, running upstairs an changing her shirt before returning with his bag.
"Here," she handed it to him, the tension in the air thick and making her tense. What did they do now? How did they move forward? She took gestured to the downstairs bathroom. "You can get changed in there, just put the wet clothes in the bag, I can take care of them for you. ...If you want, I mean, not that you can't take care of your own clothes it's just that you're already here and it's already so late and it would be silly for you to go all the way back home in the rain so I thought that you would be crashing here and I know you know how to do laundry I just thought that you'd be tired and I have to do it anyway and I don't m- ...I'm going to be in the living room..." She stopped herself abruptly, her cheeks burning hotter now, and she turned quickly to walk back to the couch to avoid looking at him. She ran her mouth when she got nervous, and this was probably the absolute worst time for her to do that.
She sat on the couch but she didn't start the television again, instead staring at the frozen screen before looking up when he came out of the bathroom. "...Do you feel better?"