"My needth don't really get much more complicated than jutht thomething to do that doethn't make me want to cave my pan in on the nearetht wall," Sollux shrugged then pulled on his pajama pants, leaving his sweater for when a shirt might become necessary, which didn't seem like it would in the near future. He knew better than to walk outside this house when he was here, and Dib rarely seemed to get visitors besides a single shouty green guy that he'd already encountered and come out singularly unimpressed. As soon as Dib was dressed he leaned over him, putting his chin against the top of his head and leaning against his back mostly to invade his space. His fingers hooked into the back loops of Dib's jeans, pulling him back with a vague smirk.