No problem. ( Pleasant, genuine. All he did was loan a book, really, it could not be less effort on his part.

And then, because he's fucking awkward and has no filter, for some unfathomable reason his mouth says: )

Night night. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

( A pause. )

Okay, that was stupid, I'm never saying it again, have a good nap.

( And with that he bails, retreating to his own bed and pretending like he isn't the most awkward one-legged guy in Thorne. )