"Hey, it's fine. I wasn't really looking where I was going either."
It was the truth. Jimmy had been distracted looking for a replacement option for his bed. The one in his bedroom was becoming less and less and less comfortable for him to sleep one. He was finding it more appealing to think of something smaller, something he wouldn't notice contained himself and no one else. The more time he spent working on clearing up the things his mother had left behind for him, the more alone Jimmy felt.
A smaller bed wouldn't make him any less alone, but it would possibly make the bad dreams stop.
"I'm looking for something comfortable enough to sleep on while looking adult enough to invite company over without them realizing I am sleeping on it. You?"