[His room has a key, crucial component to it that lacks something his own room does, that's an absolutely legit sort of thing to draw out of this entirely awkward request. Ryuji chews on the inside of his lip, like he used to do when he was a kid, until it would get sore, chapped and crack. It's funny how little the motion actually registers anything more than the self admission that it was... just something he used to do a lot when he was swimming up in the deep blue ocean of his brain.

Mostly, he feels bad for imposing a request like this onto Dave. It's a lot to ask someone to look after you, tell them that you feel safe, and then ask if you can sleep over-- there's a bit of guilt when he starts walking forward a step or two. And it was additionally kind of messed up on another level, one that he senses more than he actually grasps.]

Yeah. I, uh. I don't wanna go in there if Ren is in there. [Again, being someone so vividly straight forward about stuff is both a curse and blessing, and he doesn't really get to be picky about the timing of when his conscience kicks him straight in the ass.]

He. Kinda, like. Confessed that he likes me, and I sorta. I turned 'em down. So it's like. It's awkward, I guess. I don't wanna make him leave the room or feel... uh. Uncomfortable...

[He never wanted to be a source of pain for anyone that he cared deeply about, and that's exactly what it feels like he's become. It's still too fresh to dissect.

What are feelings? Can you eat them?

Man, this feels pretty awkward. Maybe he should just crawl up on the gym floor and deal with his stupid ass himself.]

Thanks, again. For. You know. Literally everything. [God, remember the time A2 knocked him unconscious for a few hours? That would be amazing. He just continues walking forward. He doesn't know what else to say, or do, at this point anyway.]