"You'll notice I haven't stepped into the closet, because I'm sure we wouldn't both fit in here. Let alone a single bed." Though if it were as big as the one he had upstairs, there was a possibility. He rubbed a hand across the scruff on his chin. "Did she talk you down? Or are you still feeling..." Whatever it had been that he'd been feeling in the room. He wanted to ask, if he knew. If there was some way he knew what Zola had done to him. But how could he know?