He stayed there on his side, not quite curled around the pillow.

"So far as I can figure. You fought with Cordelia, she turned you out, and you were half-drunk already. So you finished that, and then came here. As she wouldn't have you in her bed last night," he said slowly.

He looked blearily over his shoulder at his bedmate, then turned back to his pillow.

"Or somethin' o' that. You slept the night there. I know that"