Now would be a bit much to ask, but he'd make a valiant effort. But there's certainly no reason to rush. He's got a lot less to sort through than she does, doubtless, but having nudged this door open it doesn't seem likely to slam shut right away.

For the moment, he mock-grumbles as he pulls away, managing to navigate the tricky task of moving back to the other side of her leg without crashing down on top of her now that he's not in such a hurry. It's a minor miracle, basically. Being a gallant sort he sets about fixing the pillows so they can sprawl out properly and pull the blankets over them, since he's not exactly in a hurry to leave and she doesn't seem to be kicking him out of bed and all.