[Alan's features softened a little at seeing Scout, and he almost smiles...until he realizes he doesn't have a shirt on, and suddenly feels very awkward about that.

Clearing his throat, he nods.] Yeah, um...yeah, that would be good. [Of course, he's trying to remember if she has any of his stuff still...like he was pretty sure he still had some of hers until that box of things in his closet replaced the one that had a couple things she'd left behind at his place, things he quietly held onto until she asked him to give them back...until a day possibly came when she might not need to, when he'd deserve her again.]

But, Scout, I, uh...I don't think-- [Then he's looking, really looking, and...she's wearing what looks like boys' clothes. So this weird closet-swap flood hit her, too.

Feeling a weird sort of relief, and a paralyzing fear of awkwardness, he smiles and nods.]

I'd appreciate it if I could borrow a couple things, thanks. And, uh...flood hit my closet, too. You want me to grab you some stuff? Or you could just come to my cabin...

[And that makes him wince, because it sounds like a total proposition. Yep: he's an ass...]