Yeah, no problem. I wouldn't mind a nap myself so I'll even lay with you if you want. I'll be right back...

[he gently moved her aside so he could get up and leave, but returned moments later with his guitar. He sat down next to her with a small smile, trying to think of what to play. Pretty much all he knew was loud rock, but he could play quiet versions of pretty much anything]

Hm, maybe I could play the song I wrote for you?