He's about to ask if she's sure, as she seems pretty comfortable there, but doesn't. She's obviously sleepy, and better she sleep in a bed than on the couch. Besides, he can't imagine actually getting any sleep if he's lying there alone.

"Okay. You sure you don't want to go grab something to sleep in?" he says. He squeezes her hand, then stands, still holding her hand so he can help her to her feet.