Riffling through the piles of various bed-things he'd just been handed, Orsino looked up at Penny's question. There were quite a few things on his mind right now, none of which he particularly wished to try sorting through. Giddiness entirely gone now, his brain was just sluggish and frazzled. The headache was settling in for the night, he was positive. He almost asked if she had anything for it, but decided against - the longer Penny was out here, talking to him and distracting him, the more irritable he was feeling.
It wasn't her fault, of course. They were both more exhausted than they realized, and riled, and now obviously trying to avoid talking about earlier. For now. A bright orange square caught his eye, and there was the orange crate, mocking him again. He kicked off his shoes in its direction, each landing against it with a satisfying thud.
He shook his head, shaking out one of the duvets and squashing a pillow into the arm of the sofa. "Don't think so." His eyes darting over to her and he gave a strange, half-hearted wave. "Off to bed, then. I'll let myself out in the morning."
He hoped. Assuming his head wasn't still splitting by then.