[ Given that these rooms are originally set up to sleep four people, there is thankfully more than enough space for hosting someone. Stephen has managed to keep the room for himself, at least thus far, which means that it is rather spacious.

Spacious enough to perhaps contain a roommate. When Stephen delivers the sentiment of this room being as good as Thancred's already, it does reduce some of his uncertainty about what he's going to ask of him.

Not that there's any reason to be nervous. Even if Stephen were to turn him down, preferring his privacy, Thancred would not take it as a slight. There are plenty of other options available to him, though staying with a close friend would be his preference.

He moves to sit on one end of the chaise lounge. Sitting at the desk feels too formal, and the bed is too familiar, implanted memories aside. ]

I like the way you think. Something to take the edge off is precisely what we need right now.

[ He heaves out a sigh, then lifts one hand to rub at his eyes. ]

Urianger usually endeavors to keep me away from the bottle. [ But that won't stop him now. His hand drops to his mouth, and he watches as the glasses fill up. ] ... I don't know if you heard, but he's no longer here. Gone without a trace.