All bark and no true bite, Noah smirked at the realization. She offered sarcasm laced with affection and a tad bit of denial to keep to her persona, he supposed, but the way her lips curled upward told him all that he needed to know. "You keep telling yourself that," He shrugged simply.
He never anticipated their relationship becoming what it had; the two always gravitated towards one another in a crowd, even if they didn't originally come together. He appreciated it, "it" being the serenity of having another human being that he could reasonably rely on without worrying about the repercussions. Just as she trusted him with her entire being, he, too, trusted her and that was something that even he didn't think their parents anticipated.
His brow raised curiously, "I-" He paused, determining the best way to say what he had to. Though he knew she felt comfortable with him, her sleeping in her underwear seemed to be a bit much exposure and he had a feeling that it may just encourage an episode. "Let me get you a shirt and trackies," He stood up and moved over to grab a black tee and the sweats, tossing her the fabric while trying not to look and then leaning back to grab something of his own.
He unbuttoned his shirt and stripped the fabric off, letting it fall to the floor before he took the fresh shirt and put it on, doing the same (much more quickly, if he were honest) with his trousers. When he finally finished, he turned to her and ran a hand through his hair. "Comfortable?"