He had been cooking and humming, and had the pasta mostly done, with the chicken thrown in and the lovely scent of barbecue floating up. The sounds of her and water in the bathroom made him grin and maybe blush a little, but not as much as the impulse to run in there.
Not that he would. uninvited. And maybe not yet. His brains might not take that.
"Sure, yeah. It's just outside the door, a couple of feet. Hang on." He came out of the kitchen and grinning a little as he took her in. "Wow..." Then he shook his head, blushing. "Ah, I... I can take it over."