Anything in his wardrobe has probably been through much worse, and even if it hadn't it's a sacrifice well-worth making under the circumstances. Tossing the soiled shirt back onto the floor, he eases back onto the bunk beside her, leaning comfortably against her.

"Just nice?" he teases. More than nice, he thinks, but he'll take it.

(So maybe next time is still on. Which is good, even if they need to find a way around their lack of contraceptives. It's not ideal, but it's not a problem, exactly. Actually, it could be exciting. Maybe that's a better way to look at it. There's plenty they can do, plenty he can show her.)

"We've still got the wine."