Eliot shook his head. "You're way more adjusted than me." She was a lot like him, and that was actually kind of scary, for him to think about. "Let's just. We should. Downstairs," he nodded, aware he was speaking in broken sentences. She had that effect on him, form time to time. Naked and wet in the shower was an image that could render him unable to formulate words at all, if he let it.