Suddenly, she was on top of him. And that was also better than coffee, of course - she was welcome to stay as long as she liked. She looked different in the light of the morning (he was assuming that it was, in fact, still morning), and he didn't mind the opportunity to look, not at all. He stroked through her hair, dragging his eyes away from her with some difficulty to scan the floor.
"It's ... I'm sure it's around here somewhere," he said, not sounding too fussed about it. "I'll go look - or you can have my shirt in the meantime, if you want." Although over the past twenty-four hours he'd developed a strange self-consciousness about his wardrobe. He'd never given it much thought before, but it was was a little shabby.