He waited until he was sitting on the bed, so he didn't have to figure out words and walking at the same time, both of which were taking extra brain power. "Water?" he requested softly. Might be good to soothe his throat a little.

While Randall did that, he worked on his jeans and his t-shirt, so that he was in his boxers when Randall returned. He'd grabbed a tissue, too, and was cleaning up his face a little, wiping tears and come and managing to very attractively blow his nose just as Randall came back. He was still mostly hard, too, but not feeling any particular urgency about it.