To Jae, clothes are rather important (like her deliberate steps, he's got - the only things he has, putting himself together this way), but he's either in too open of a mood or too exhausted of one to do anything besides passively understand her implication. Clothes in the water must be a pain in the ass, anyway.

"You're welcome to whatever," he says, and it doesn't sound like a brush-off, it sounds like he's telling her she's got carte blance in his apartment (which she does). But his eyes are rimmed in red, worn out and frayed down to the bone, so that's the last she's going to get out of him for now. The bed in his bedroom is kingsized on an antique white frame, white sheets; he lays down, still fully clothed, on the far side of it (so Ilde's near the door if she decides to sit down).

He'll be out pretty quick. (Troubled, fraught, but out.)