For a moment, Priestly stood in the doorway and watched Amy getting comfortable in his bed and he had to fight back the urge to crawl in with her. He couldn't really distinguish whether the feeling was territorial, protective, or just flat out lust and it was pretty clear that it was unwanted anyway. Priestly was perpetually in the friend zone, no matter who the girl was, he found.
He wasn't sure what about the tattoos and piercings said Be my bestie or what about his mohawk said I'm an asexual teddy bear to women, but that was his experience. He supposed thinking that a girl who looked like Amy would be any different would've been fooling himself but, like with Tish, Priestly would take what he could get with a big fucking smile.
"Night, Ames. You're welcome. Need anything, you know where to find me," he said and then pushed himself back through the door and out to the couch to let her get some well-deserved and badly needed rest.