Malcolm Bright

That was even more confusing. He'd have to ponder on that and try to resolve the conflicting social cues. He did offer a guarded smile back and gestured to the second door past the kitchen. "The bathroom's just in there," he offered. "Towels are in this closet," he added, gesturing to the first door. "And. Um. Don't do anything that lets me hurt you when I'm sleeping," he reminded him, holding up a finger before heading over to his bedroom to riffle through a dresser drawer.