Withdrawals were a bitch, and it wasn't like she wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. She knew that Pavel figured out what would make him better and like himself again, and she was offering the risk of making things worse for herself to make him feel better again.
She knew that he was coming over, but it wasn't like she was waiting in her bed, naked, ready for him to be in and out like nothing ever happened. In fact, she was wearing a pair of sweatpants and an old Black Sabbath t-shirt. Things weren't meant to be romantic, but this wasn't exactly a 'glory hole' situation, either. She looked up to greet him, but then tilted her head when he turned to leave her room, just as quick as he entered. She shook her head and put the cap back on her nail polish to pause working on her toes.
"Pavel," she called after him with a sweet smile as she motioned toward the foot of her bed, which would still give an ample amount of distance between them. "Let's talk."