It's for the best that Rip is looking away - otherwise, he'd have had to see the unchecked relief that washes over Ray's expression, softening his defensive humor into weary resignation. He takes the pillow back when it's handed to him, and, miraculously. manages to look especially small in it.

"... I would, actually," he admits, soft. He tells himself it's because Rip's quarters are the nicest, the most home-y, and the farthest thing from a gulag. He pauses. "Where will you sleep?"

Please don't leave me alone.