[He squints at her, still bleary from sleep, whispering as he moves.]

Dude, did Barry fucking die or something-- if I step in pudding when we leave this room I'm killing you myself.

[His pjs don't look exactly warm- he's got a gown on, spaghetti straps holding it around his shoulders- but he manages to get out from Kravitz' arms and shove a pillow where he was for him to cuddle on while he follows Lup.]

Seriously, what's up?