"Ah yes, cost, probably should have put that on the flier," Sam chuckled as he did the math in his head real quick. "Between the two of us if you moved in it'd be about $1100 a month," he told her, "slightly less actually, but you know, rounding makes the math easier." He noticed her nearly falling and was a bit worried at her sleep comment, "you wanna take a nap? It'd let you see if the bed is to your liking or if we'll have to get a new one in here." Before she could say something about feeling bad for keeping him he added, "I have the next few days off work, so I'm not going anywhere. I've had sleep issues in the past, and you're right about the point where it doesn't matter what the issue is, you're sleeping whether you want to or not." 

The incident happened to Sam a few months ago, after a long day at work he'd had what was essentially a seizure and ended up with a weird bug bite looking thing on his shoulder. After that he hadn't slept for a few days, he'd had to call in to work, if he drove in that state he was scared he might fall asleep at the wheel. Stupid voice, he didn't know if it was a god or an alien or what, but he never wanted this. Now he was in some kind of competition with who knew how many other people, supposedly to the death. Well he wasn't having it, Sam would not kill anyone, he'd move to Alaska and be a hermit if he had to. Bringing himself back to the moment at hand he said, "also, the doors have locks, you know, in case you're scared I'm some kind of weirdo." He chuckled, but she had no clue what type of weirdo he was, some kind of freak with superpowers who was supposed to kill a bunch of people. Great, perfect roommate material.
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