Harley pulls his sleep clothes from the drawer and tosses them to him. She digs out a soft shirt for herself and pulls it on. Even with her makeup a total mess, the boyfriend's shirt is still a cute look for her.

"I'm doing it because you're in a mood to let me," she answers as she walks past him to wash her face and brush her teeth. She stops long enough to kiss him as she goes.

Harley has a natural inclination to take care of her partners, often at the expense of herself. It's the rest of the population she has trouble caring about.