He hovers at the doorway, glancing over at her bed and then back at Rose, his eyes wide like an owl's. It would be a lie to say that he hadn't considered it on their way back, but here confronted with the option of crawling into bed with her he freezes. It's one of those things that is too good to be true, he's expecting to wake up or something horrible to happen.

"I..." He licks his lips, stands there like a lump for a few minutes, before he turns to the door, closing it. "My jimjams are a bit dirty." He says after a moment, turning back to face her with sheepish smile, hands still against the doorknob as he leans into the door.