"I think you get to dictate the arrangement to us, tonight," he pointed out a little wryly. "Technically, Finn and I only sleep when we feel like it. This bed is generally use more to - be together than it is to sleep."

He paused, wet his lips.

"It's been a long time since you were in it, Rey. You aren't beholden to any old arrangements. We just want you to be comfortable."

Hence the pyjamas.