"I'll be desperately unchivalrous, then," he said, extending his hand to the long sofa that sat some distance from the fireplace, "And ask you stay here a while." There probably had been a reason, once, why this room was where he came to weather the worst things. He'd forgotten it, but the fact remained that it was his refuge of choice. It would be nice, he thought, to keep his bedroom as well separated from this sort of unpleasantness as he possibly could. It was childish (and too late, at that), but there it was.
He waited for her to sit, and then lowered himself beside her. It was difficult not to wish for some sort of ending to it all, nights like these. It might have been a more satisfying exercise, though, if he'd known which outcome to hope for. Living in the moment had never been his strongest suit. Nevertheless, he tried - this was, after all, one of the better moments.