"Yeah, okay." His smile looked more like a grimace and he shuffled restlessly from foot to foot.
He wasn't looking forward to being alone again, but he wasn't about to say anything. He'd been living on his own for a long time, he wasn't eleven, afraid of the dark, and having nightmares about his mom dying and killing his dad...though he figured there were going to be nightmares of some kind. If he managed to sleep. It almost made him wish he hadn't been such a dick to the girl who'd tried to make nice on the school network. At least it would have been someone to talk to. Until he killed the computer, anyway.
"Not sure there's really much point in more bedding," he added after a glance at the ash-covered bed. At least the mattress was covered in one of those heavy rubber sheet things they used for bed-wetters, it might survive being used for a while. If he didn't have a panic attack. "I'll put the mp3 player on the far side of the room, so hopefully it'll last the night."