He had decided the best bet was to spend the night on her sofa. Sure, he could have gone to his own apartment, but he wasn't that used to seeing Chloe drunk, and he wanted to make sure she was all right when she woke up. Besides that, between the weird text messages she'd sent him while drunk, and the weird things she and Lois and Kimberly had been posting on the boards the previous night, he had a feeling that she'd be in full-on avoid mode.
And he wasn't going to let her do that without a fight. He knew how good she was at avoiding things when she was upset or uncomfortable, but he refused to let her avoid him. Not again, anyway.
He heard the shower running and he laid still on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, and then drawing in a deep breath when he heard her light footsteps heading toward the kitchen.
"Coffee's already made," he said, not looking over at her. Just in case she wasn't dressed. Not that he figured she ran around her apartment naked on a regular basis.
Not that he thought about her running around her apartment naked. Much.