She didn't flinch at his hand on hers, however briefly; her brain couldn't connect her Hemingway to this one, he was too utterly different and familiar all at once and much too much. Abi stood with the monitor in hand and kept her safe distance from him. "I doubt it..." she muttered and turned towards the bedrooms again.
"Yeah, I'll just crash with Charlie. He's probably fast asleep now watching that DVD..." she replied, "Sorry, Hemingway. I'll uh... see you in the morning."