He'd assumed when she'd asked to stay over that there would be.. well, shagging. He hadn't assumed she'd fall asleep after a few minutes of snogging the moment they hit his bed.
She'd been well and truly asleep, though, so he'd left her to it and puttered around with some quiet experiments for a while before he'd crashed himself. To a strange dream of the Land of Not Shagging where Verity had tremendously huge breasts that he couldn't touch...
He was almost glad to be woken up, and he blinked up at her and groaned. "What?"