[He nods and puts his too-sweet coffee to the side, joining her up at the headboard and for once not entirely focused on dirty things re: said headboard. He takes a pillow from behind him and puts it on the shoulder nearest her; with that between them she could probably lean against him.]
You know the black building no one can get into? It's full of people who were here before. All -- sleeping. [like the ones when they woke up in the dark.] We'd been thinking they went home.