Mike laughs again and sits up a bit gingerly, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around for his scattered clothes. "Anytime. I mean that." He hands her her jeans, pulling on his own pants. Buttons all intact. Great.

"I told you I didn't expect anything, and I don't. But if you ever want me for anything, I'm here." His smile fades a bit. "For now, anyway."