By the time Carolyn is sitting back on the bed, her glass is empty and she leans forward to set it just under the bedframe on the floor. "So-" she starts uncomfortably, wishing there were a better way to do this, but he doesn't seem to be about to talk and something needs to happen, "you don't have to stick around or anything, but if there's a way for us to figure out this whole...memories thing." Carolyn twists, stretching out on her side to look up at him. She needs a shower, badly, but first she needs to deal with this. "Can you handle that?"