Again the hesitation, as he thought. Get along as roommates? Nope, he had no clue what to do with that at all. He watched the other boy, warily, ready for any sudden attack. When he was asked about the bed... was he supposed to have waited? Was there a rule? Was the other boy going to push him around about this? He frankly didn't care which bed he had, he had plopped down on this one randomly. So... he really didn't mind one way or another, but if he gave way here, would that mark him as weak? As prey? If so, there was only one answer to give. "Yes," he grunted. The voice sounded a bit "Isn't it obvious" but that wasn't his intent, nor did he recognize the tone in himself as reading that way.