He laughs before he attempts movement because he understands virtually no part of what Random just said, apart from 'shower' and 'I love you'. But that's OK because they're the only two things that matter right now anyway.

'Yeah. I'm a mess.'

He straightens. He straightens slowly because ow, though he keeps it off his face. He doesn't want Random to think that he minds. He doesn't, and so he leans over to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

'You'll have to do that again to me sometime. And I love you and I don't mind. Now, shower.'