Smiling blearily, Ben managed to pull up the elastic of his pants, his long limbs sprawled in an uncharacteristically ungainly way. He sat up with a groan, reaching for his cold coffee, nose wrinkling faintly at the bitter, slightly stale taste of it.

When she returned, he frowned at the nervousness radiating from her, panic roiling within her like a physical presence. We might have forgotten something... He stared at her, uncomprehending.

Then, her thoughts, as loud as they always were, came to him in a jumbled rush. "Oh," he said, feeling younger than he had in a long time. "Oh, I. Um."

He was suddenly overcome with embarrassment, not wanting to admit that he only had a vague notion of how that sort of thing was dealt with, in their world or this one. Before the previous night, it had never occurred to him that he might need to keep up with the details.