[An excellent idea that she will hopefully think of before she tries to sleep.] You can have the couch, Matt. One of the nice things about this fancy apartment of mine is that I have a bed all of my own to sleep in in addition to the nice couch.
[He's too drunk to have separation anxiety, so she can be rest assured that he'll be fine on his own. Whether he tries to climb out of her kitchen window in the middle of the night is another matter entirely.] Goodnight Foggy. I'll be- I don't want to sleep with you. I'll be here. [He might insist he isn't that tired and will be sitting there in the dark for a while running his hands through the unbelievably soft blanket, but he'll be out soon enough.]
[She mutters something that sounds like well, gee, good to know under her breath when he says he doesn't want to sleep with her, and then she stands up and heads for her bedroom, pausing briefly to squeeze his shoulder as she leaves him.] G'night, Matt.
[She does think to make sure her windows are closed and locked in addition to the door, thankfully, so that's a crisis maybe averted. She shuts her bedroom door and is up for a little while after, changing into pajama pants and sliding off the bra under her shirt (because fuck it, she's sleeping in the ridiculously comfortable shirt tonight) and brushing her teeth, etc. It's not long before she settles into her bed, although he'll probably be out before she is.]
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[She does think to make sure her windows are closed and locked in addition to the door, thankfully, so that's a crisis maybe averted. She shuts her bedroom door and is up for a little while after, changing into pajama pants and sliding off the bra under her shirt (because fuck it, she's sleeping in the ridiculously comfortable shirt tonight) and brushing her teeth, etc. It's not long before she settles into her bed, although he'll probably be out before she is.]