"Yeah, okay. Thanks again!" he calls after her as she disappears to get the shirt. He shoves his hands into his pockets as he stands somewhat awkwardly in the middle of the living room, feeling overly exposed due to his lack of clothing. He eventually finds his way over to the couch and sits on it, perching more on the edge of it as opposed to sinking down into it and making himself comfortable, but he doesn't look overly stiff. No need to be weird about it. Or, at least, weirder than normal.

He absentmindedly begins patting his hands and fingers to some song he can't remember the name of but that has a catchy, steady beat. Something by Dave Matthews, maybe? What he wouldn't give to be able to just chill out to some music. He'd even listen to something excruciatingly terrible, like Rebecca Black. Though being reminded that he has no concept of time, let alone whether he's going to get down on Friday, isn't really all that appealing.