"Unless we want to sit here and be hungover, then yes." Being questioned about the whereabouts of Ally's underwear did throw him a bit, but he did help look for them. Finding them nudged in under the bed, he gingerly picked them up and gave them to her, attempting another small smile that was meant to mean something along the line of 'isn't this rather amusing, in a way?' However, it basically just came out awkward, just like everything else so far that morning.
"Let's get moving?" he suggested, moving towards the door and opening it. In his mind he went over the oncoming scenario and how it could possibly play out, but his head seemed to protest when he tried too hard. He gave a sigh; he was thirty years old and here he was, worrying about what his dad would say about a girl spending the night with him. How pathetic was that?