[He stands, back straight, but his head lulled to one side, gaze off to one side in the direction of the far side of the room. He doesn't answer right away, but his chest rises and falls with a deep inhale in response to what she says.]

Am....I a jerk if I say I'm ok with them missing out?

[He stays stock still save for one hand that comes up to rub anxiously at a collarbone]

I'm ok with it just being you

[Quality, not quantity, right? But...at the same time he's now realizing something else: That he's scared of the idea that she might not be there tomorrow.

Shyly he clears his throat and finally turns in her direction]

You should sleep