Sage grunted when she said she'd try to make something up tomorrow, grumbling something snarky that he wasn't sure made much sense....but he supposed he was just tired and grumbly. He wasn't upset with her or anything, just snarky. He nodded when she mentioned what she'd told the kids, humming a "good, they don't need the whole story," in agreement before nodding as she mentioned Edith. "She's welcome to come too," he noted. Then he yawned. "Maybe after a nap though," he admitted somewhat sheepishly. His brows furrowed at her question though, and he let out a heavy breath, moving his gaze away from hers to stare at the ceiling. How would he even begin to tell her this? He knew she wouldn't be mad at him, but he still felt pretty guilty about it. "I woke up in someone bed," he noted softly after a moment. "I don't know how many times..." He sort of trailed off with a shrug. He hoped she understand. How many times when he was out did something happen? He didn't know ....he wasn't sure he wanted to.