"Oh, now you're an optimist," Rey says as he grabs his sweater, turning to look at him with her hands on her hips. She still isn't wearing a shirt, but she's pretty sure she's done feeling self-conscious around him. Especially right now. “Trust me, you rushing over in your sleep clothes was the best idea at the time. It made me feel— wanted.”

She does feel slightly reassured, so she pulls on a tank top and then a thin sweatshirt, zipping it halfway up before coming over to press her face to his shoulder for a moment.

"We can go to your place so you can change," she says into his sweater. "And then to the clinic."