From the dorm room, Freddy moves into the dimly lit but relatively bright hall, where he crouches down against the wall. It really is a lot nicer out here, warmer. It crosses his mind, as it has on a few past occasions, that maybe he should mention this problem to someone on school staff, or at least the RA, but he pretty quickly decides against it. What are they going to do? He's pretty sure going after one not-exactly-violent entity would just open up a whole can of worms that no one really wants to get into.
Well, a can might actually be too small of a container to describe the spiritual contents of Marrowston, really.
He's huddled there, still in his blanket, when Caleb comes back, and Freddy peers up at his roommate in his typical, puppy-esque fashion, hair all up in his eye space. "Sorry." What in the world he's apologizing for at this point is pretty much anyone's guess.