If he has to pick, fun is probably the one he's gonna go with. All the others are valid, but certainly that's the most pressing; and in itself, not insignificant. In the wrong circumstances sex can be anything from a distraction to (at worst) a weapon, in the wrong kind of life; the two of them together with no goal except to enjoy themselves, that's worth a few catfish and other mishaps.

He manages to throw his arms wide enough not to elbow her, but that means he comes down a little harder on her torso than he'd have liked. At least he didn't have too far to fall, there's no chance for real injury here, except to their egos. And he's probably gonna have a bruise on his hip from her knuckles. He can live with it.

"Fine," he answers, mostly embarrassed, pushing himself up to rest on his elbows so he can look in her face. "You?"

She sounds it, but he wants to check. As long as she's okay he's pretty sure they can call this a minor setback in their plans, rather than an utter derailment.