Amy's remark was something Jen had said to him a billion times. It was the kind of thing you said to a person when you felt bad for him; the sort of thing that was meant to be uplifting but was more of a kick in the gut. Shrugging, Priestly looked away, knitting his brow. "Maybe. Or mine. Guess I'll never know one way or the other, huh?" he asked, looking back at her.
The less than awesome train of thought was pushed back, though, in favor of Amy's response. She was laughing again and Priestly grinned at her. "You look prettier when you smile," he said casually.
Priestly paused then and jabbed a thumb toward the bedroom door. "You want me to fuck off so you can get back to sleep now, or...?" he asked, uncertain of whether he was supposed to stay put or go; whether she wanted to go back to sleep or stay up a little while and continue to calm down before trying again. "Or I can stay...whatever you want, you know?" he asked awkwardly giving her a sheepish sort of smile.