"Which is why I am going to make you a blanket so warm, you will be able to have a comfortable night's sleep. With no Flashbacks, granted." Dolemeck playfully messed up Ilya's hair. "But I understand about the flashbacks. I get them as well, nightmares, too. If I hear the tires of a car squealing on pavement or someone slam on the breaks, I think about the accident."

Dolemeck thought for a moment, before looking at Ilya's face.

"If you have a nightmare or cannot sleep, you can come into my room and we will talk, okay? I still have no room-mate, so it would not be disturbing anyone." As much as he wanted a fun guy like Brody as his room-mate, it was determined he would go elsewhere. Between his chair and Brody's height... space within the space in Dolemeck's room would not be enough for the two of them to live comfortably together.

"And you would not be imposing, or bothering me."