Having forgotten the details in the layout of his room, Elijah glanced around, trying to remember which drawer held his shirts. "Um.." Balling up his dirty shirt as he moved, he opened and closed a few drawers before coming across the one that his mother had used to unpack his belongings. Chuckling, he now realized how Marabelle had spent her time while they were springing his sister. "Here." Turning around right as Josephine realized she was staring, the smile that had been on his face grew. "Jo, here's a shirt." Tossing it at her, Elijah retreated to the other side of the bed to finish getting changed out of his dirty clothes. The tumble in the grass outside smeared a good deal of mud on his legs. His hesitation to remove them left him standing with his back to his potential bedmate, staring down at his legs, debating whether to change the pants or to say screw it and sleep as if she weren't here. [i]But she is.[/i] He thought with a grimace, "Aw, hell..."