He's sure eventually they would get on each other's nerves a little bit - or at least they would have to start adapting to avoid getting on each other's nerves. That's only natural. But right now, it's a safe haven from everything else going on.

He leans his head against hers as well, sitting there and quietly enjoying the closeness. And wondering about what will meet him at the morgue. He doesn't even know specifically how Turner died. He's not sure he wants to know, nor does he want to see him. He doesn't exactly enjoy being around dead bodies.

After a while he lifts his head again. "Oh, did you want to shower before Beard gets here, or leave it for later?" he asks, remembering she'd requested that.