He didn't know who Sam was or whether he'd mind having his mp3 player stolen, but that was obviously Pete's call, not his. And he really wanted the music. He caught his bottom lip in his teeth as he considered. In the end, it was the thought of being stuck in there all night, probably not sleeping because he was pretty sure there wouldn't be anything comfortable about trying to sleep on a bed that was going slowly to ash beneath him, that convinced him.
"Okay." He nodded and smiled faintly. "If you're sure an' all. And, um...thanks. For everything."