His door broken d... Oh. He grinned over at Raylan when he got it. He waved off concern about the couch. It was easy to clean; it wasn't fabric.

He grabbed a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer and pulled them on, then moved to the bed and climbed in, sliding into his restraints. He favoured the near side of the bed anyway, leaving room on the window side. The restraints had enough play that if he was on his back, Raylan could lie on top of the strap without it being uncomfortable. He looked over towards Raylan to see if he was okay with that.