[He's using his sheets to dry his face, finally. The grime coming off it isn't as upsetting as it really oughta be; upsetting, inspiring enough to get up and bathe...that sorta thing. It's not like he likes wallowing in his own stink, but he doesn't have the energy to do very much about it...]

There are much more considerate ways of doing that.

[Not firm or resentful; it's matter of fact. Some part of him knows he did deserve that shit tho.]

Perhaps you should return later on. I apologize, but I don't feel like hosting at the moment...

[Nevermind that he could be there to occupy a bed.]