[Fogado takes a quick look around (he's a little nosy, okay), before climbing into into bed with him. It's a snug fit, so he's trying his best not to sprawl out too much and take over.]

It's comfy. I could get used to this. [He pulls the covers over them both, and shifts onto his side, his chin propped on his hand.]

You're welcome to stay at my place whenever you like, too. It stays pretty hot at night, though, fair warning.

[Then again, if Alcryst survived Solm, maybe he can handle it.]