He watched as she passed, waiting for ... something ;Whatever he was missing that would make sense of why she'd come knocking at whatever hour this was.  With the door shut he shrugged the other half of his dressing gown over his bad shoulder against the cold draft that had been let into the house.  "Well... then, d'you want something?" he asked as he scrubbed a hand over his face like he could message the sleepy confusion from his brain. 

"Tea?  I'm pretty sure I owe you a beer?"  he shuffled through the simple but tidy bachelor pad toward the kitchen, dropping the hot water bottle on an indiscriminate flat surface along the way.  "There's some -"  he waved vaguely at a basket had some kind of baked good he'd remember in a moment... muffins or scones or something. 

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