Ramon bites his lip, thinking. Maybe it isn't too late. The kid could have been held up or something, right? Need time to pack?

...but Random's here, and cold and shaky, and that's his priority right now. So he pulls his clothes off and slides ino bed beside him, wrapping him up in his arms and the quilt, trying to warm him up.

'Better? You'd be warmer if you took your clothes off.'

He's wondering if there might be something more useful he can do.

'You want something to help you sleep, baby?'