Ahahahahahahahahaha yep this is a 'teleport' situation. Straight to her side of the split silo. No looking at the abs that are just, out there, for the world to see.

"I'd like to keep an eye on you tonight if that's okay," she says, once they're there. On account of the vomit thing.

He squints at her. "I'm not for looking," he says, which is totally a sentence that makes sense. At least in his head.

On the bright side he's not slurring, which is more than can be said about certain teleporter espers the two of them could name.

Wait did he catch her checking him - no, no, wait, he's very literal.

"I meant in the sense that I would please like to make sure you don't throw up in your sleep and die."

"Ha! I'm not gonna die of sleep. I'm very tough." He does kind of want somewhere to sit, so—he summons somewhere to sit, directly under himself. He kicks his shoes and takes his jacket off and throws them somewhere in the direction of a door (is that the entrance door? they didn't enter through it but it probably is) then sits.

"It would still make me feel better if I could reassure myself of that fact," she says, retrieving his shoes to put neatly by the door and his jacket to put... somewhere. She doesn't have a coat rack. Why doesn't she have a coat rack?? She'll... put it on one of the available shelves, she guesses, laid out so it doesn't get wrinkled.

"That's silly but you can do silly things if you want. You're drunk, drunk people do silly things." Or is it he who's drunk? ...well, obviously he's drunk, but so is she, so that's logic.

Snort.

"That they do. Thank you. Hmmmmm I should be able to get you a blanket and pillow if you don't mind the couch..."

He looks at the couch. Then back at her. "I have a bed, though. ...right, you wanted to make sure sleep won't kill me." He shrugs. "Okay."

"Thank you for humoring my silly drunken concerns," she says, breaking into the tiny linen closet for one (decorative) pillow and two blankets for him. She will have this couch prepared for sleep in no time at all!

He watches all of that quietly, through half-lidded eyes. His summoned ice bench is standing perfectly still in the air, not swaying at all despite his inebriation, and he's smiling faintly.

Okay! Reasonably cozy place to keep an S-rank esper for the night! .... Now what does she have for her sleep. Hm....

She notices him looking at her while she considers this conundrum. "Hm?"

"Cute."

"Oh. Thank you."

...... Right right back to getting things ready. Obviously she will be sleeping on the handholding chair, which should be comfortable enough...

He's feeling sticky.

"'M gonna take a shower," he says, looking around for a door that must lead to a bathroom. —oh, wait, this is the silo, he could just go to his half of it and take his shower there.

"Sure, go ahead."

And, yep: he can do that! But there's a shower on this side, too.

"... Do you need me to find you, uh. Pajamas or something??"

He seems to fail to hear her. He also seems to fail to understand how... doors... work. "Where's the hand scanner?" he asks. "—oh, it'll be your hand, not mine, won't it..."

"...? There isn't one. It just locks."

"...with a key? Oh." That seems remarkably unsafe.

Is the key in evidence?

...

...this might be too much effort. His floating seat rotates in place so he can look at her. "Do you have an extra towel?"

A key is not in evidence! There's just a perfectly ordinary locking mechanism.

"I do, yes."

Arcane magic if you ask him.

"May I use it?"

"Yes, of course."

Is. Is he confused by how doors work. Because the bathroom locks by a similar mechanism (from the inside.)

Well, given the way the lock doesn't click once he's inside, it seems like he might. In fact. Be confused.

Well, she will respect his privacy anyway. Even if he's confused about how doors work.

She'll take her shoes off and go read in her chair. She's got a bedtime routine, but, uh, she can't do that while he is in the bathroom, so. She'll just wait and try not to fall asleep.

Tae-gun's very quick and efficient. It takes him nine minutes to shower, and that's accounting for two whole minutes spent trying to figure out how to turn the water on and which of the cleaning products available are used where. Then he realises he doesn't have his toothbrush, and spends another three minutes agonising over whether to ask Hye-jin for help unlocking her door so he can go fetch it. It's, look, it's just embarrassing to be unable to figure a door out, okay? And, yeah, he's drunk, but he's not so drunk that he can't feel embarrassment.

He opens the door, wearing only a towel, and asks, "Hye-jin, I may need your help unlocking your door so that I can fetch my toothbrush." He has decided he will not feel embarrassment, no, sirree, it is perfectly normal to ask for help when one is in an altered state of consciousness.