He nodded along as she repeated herself, because it was true. He was still young, yeah. But then she kept talking.
"I, uhm. I should... I just, I thought I was home, y'know? With the stairs, I live up the stairs, we're on the third floor so I went up the stairs and then I found this room with a bed in it, so I thought I could sleep in it but you're in it so, uhhh. Couch. okay. So... I just gotta get my boots off? And then get up and go back down the stairs to sleep on the couch. Okay."
He went back to trying to undo the knot on his boot and then looked back up at Brenna. "Sorry. Sorry, I didn't know you were in here, and, uhhhhhh sorry." The blanket she was almost covered by was distracting him more than a little - he was 17 years old, after all - but he needed to apologize, he told himself. He was drunk, though, and so he said the things he was thinking, as he was thinking them.
"You're really really pretty. Gonna be so lucky..."