He holds his breath until she finishes her sentence, finding himself nodding though it is far from necessary. Once she's out of earshot he sighs and moves over to his own bag to retrieve a t-shirt. As he hangs up his robe, he has to make a face at the red stain he'd made on the inside, patting his all but useless bandaid to make sure it's still on before pulling on a ratty Eagles shirt and making his way back to bed. He doesn't have the energy to wait for her to get out so he can go through his own routine, instead opting to slip under the covers on "his" side and stare up at the ceiling, uncharacteristically still and quiet.