Ilya can feel his self esteem drop at the way his roommate can't even look at him. He's useless, and everyone in the room is aware of it, and that shouldn't really bother him considering he just met the guy, but it does. So he just gets the door and bites his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"I'll get the doors," he agrees quietly, mentally making plans to bulk up somehow so he wouldn't be like this in the future.