A thought occurred to Dirk belatedly, and the dull ache in his chest flared back up. He smoothed his shirt as he folded it, setting it with the rest of the wine-colored pile atop his shoes.

"...but, uh. I guess I always was forcing you to do stuff you didn't want to, so if you don't wanna room with me that's cool. I don't mind taking one for the team if you don't wanna be here."