[God, being hugged like that just makes him feel like she's holding him together, and he might fall apart if she lets go. But he's had much deeper gouges taken out of him and remained in one piece, so he does now as well, following behind her and nodding - climb in the window is noted, but left to ask about later. He's worked up the courage to let this out, and diversions into the oddities of roommates are exactly the sort of distractions that could make him lose it.

He eyes her bed for a second, but - there's no sexual energy here today. No tension. This is a time when they offer comfort, but the roles have been reversed, and he's allowing it to happen. That's a fact so large that he's not really able to see its magnitude, or how easily he allowed it. Regardless, he sits on the bed and sighs heavily.]

Just so you know how much I shouldn't be talking to you about this - it's about my sex life with your boyfriend. I can walk right back home now. [There's a bit of not terribly pleasant humour in his expression, his tone.]