Carefully and keenly, he listened. And a few seconds after she'd paused to wait for his answer, he nodded his head and slowly rose to his feet. "Alright. And thank you." Evidently he wasn't going to insist on trying to spend the night on the couch, not when it was starting to feel genuinely cold despite the heating. With that concluded, he walked past her and towards the righthand side of the bed, giving her the unobstructed window view. "If you wake up feeling frigid, we can swap places since my side is closer to the heater." He mentioned upon sitting down and slowly settling onto his half, understanding that her tolerance for cold weather was probably much lower than his. Their typical environments were almost entirely inverted in that sense.
With his boots left on the carpeted floor, he directed his attention upwards and at the view skylight offered of the night sky and its grungy moon. That sense of melancholy very nearly returned while he was doing this, but at least for the moment he was managing to keep it at bay and occupy his mind on other things. "Two hundred and fifty million people, and all of them yearning to be free. What a sight it'll be when the day comes for all those cages to be flung open." He could almost see it, a vivid picture in the back of his mind as the House went up in flames. Like a trail of scars from Colorado to Texas, each and every single one a harsh lesson that should have been taught centuries prior.
