"Yeah, sure," Topher agreed easily, all traces of his emo mood completely gone as he shoved his laptop to the side to make room on the bed. "Do you wanna sit? You look like you have a headache or something."

Plus there was the matter of the dirty clothes, and Topher just so happened to have a shirt of Tony's on hand that he could... probably be persuaded to give up. If Tony asked nicely.