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It only took her a minute to get the door; head down as she read through a wall of tweets, dressed in a pair of shirts and camisole. Her hair was puled back in a messy bun, and there were long strands of it hanging around her face. Chuckling, she let the phone fall to her side as she finally looked up. "Hey Merric, come on in." And then stepped back to give him room, flopping back down on the bed with boneless grace.

"You're shirts hanging up there," she said, pointing up at the back of the closet door. It was neatly hung up, buttoned to the collar, and seemed relatively wrinkle free. "I would have washed it, but I didn't want to run the risk of ruining it if it needed special care."

She was watching him keenly, leaning forward so her arms were folded across her thighs. "How're you feeling today?"

There was a very faint smile playing on her lips as he turned back to her, though it was hard to tell what exactly had sparked it. The Meticulous folding, perhaps, and how very expected it had been.

It grew though, at his answer, and had her straightening up to place her palms on the bed beside and a little behind her. Her feet kicking lazily so the very tips of her toes skimmed the floor. "I'm just dandy," she assured him with a grin, and that, at least, was the truth.

"Fine, huh? Did you even get a hang over from all that drinking you were doing?"

She suspected, though, and not without reason. She'd seen him during the game, watched how quickly that bottle had emptied, and how his behavior had evolved as a result.

She suspected all three of them had felt the effects in the morning.

"So all that during the game, that was all conscious and clear headed decision making?"

At the very least the smile had faded. She seemed interested, but not in a cold or unkind way.

Her expression remained relatively impassive, though her head had tipped to one side, the edge of her jaw resting on her shoulder.

"I don't think you're a sloppy drunk." She'd seen sloppy, had even been t herself a time or two, and Merric wasn't that. "It's not hard to drink more than intended, though. Or for things to get out of hand before you even realize they're heading in that direction." She gave a little shrug. "I don't know if that is what happened, just that it can happen.

"So I'll ask again. Are you okay?" She actually seemed to care, though to what extent?

"That's not what I was insinuating," she pointed out levelly. "And I had a great time. No regrets for me."

Her hands came up, palms to the ceiling, as she shrugged yet again. Conceding to his assurances. "Well, I guess if you're perfectly fine then the answer is no."

The hands lowered, laying on her thighs now. "It seemed as thought things might have been getting a little out of hand, but if not, I apologize for misconstruing what I saw. Pardonnez-moi. I am glad to hear all is well, though."

She could understand how this would be a testy subject for him. If he was fine, than the implication that he wasn't wouldn't be a welcome one. If he wasn't, well, that had it's own implications as well. She couldn't really blame him for being unhappy that she'd brought it up, however...

"A lot of blushing. Also seemed kind of tense or flustered most of the time." Her tone was a little more gentle, not so obviously prying now, because she really didn't want to offend him. "With particular interest in Lysander and his assistant, and their moods."

"I'm not insinuating anything. Only making observations." Which was, in that moment, true. She could make guesses about what those observations could mean, but those she would keep to herself. For now.

"If you were not tense or any of the rest, then my mistake, to which I have already apologized. I thought you might like a third party to talk to, but if there's nothing to talk about..." Another shrug, because what else could she do. "You have your shirt back and are free to go." He'd been free to simply leave this entire time. "I'm glad you're fine."