His brow furrows in thought, a million more questions springing up to the forefront of his mind when she answers. He's about to start heading towards the door when he remembers his state of dress - or half-dress, that is.

"Just - give me a second," he replies, holding up a hand as if to wordlessly plea with her to stick around before he disappears through the sliding door into the bedroom to rummage around for a clean shirt, stripping off his sweaty one in the process.