Heather
Vizhkir waited patiently for the door to open before being nearly drug into the room by the smaller individual. The large Russian took a look around, noticing the small mess on the floor. It wasn't that bad, just some clothing that didn't make it to the dirty clothes bin. 


The Russian aided the boy to his bed, looking at the clothing on the table before grabbing a pair of something he deemed suitable for sleeping in. "Change when I leave. And put your clothes in the bin" He ordered


Moving to the dirty clothes bin he picked it up and moved it to the foot of the bed. Tossing the pile on the floor into the bin he looked around for other things to clean up. He hated messes or disorganization in general. That much was drilled into him, he liked things strict and by the book.
Betty
*Corvus laid his back down onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow. It felt soft and cool, and rather nice against his feverish body. What kind of hell did Vizhkir put himself through? He knew that it would pass shortly, but it felt exhausting to deal with suddenly. It was almost like a blur as Vizhkir cleaned his room for him, and he didn't object. His large red duffel bag stuck out slightly from underneath the bed, and that could be kicked back under there. Besides that, the majority of his things were still in bags and unpacked. He definitely was new here, and it showed. His laptop would be opened, with a black screen. He hadn't added a password yet, so, if Vizhkir wished to snoop he could do so.*

"Thanks for the help."

*Corvus had an exhausted smile on his face as he closed his eyes and listened as Vizhkir moved around his room. He didn't feel too protective of his belongings, and felt better just trying to relax. He would probably go and seek out a shower after Vizhkir left, although, he also might just forget to do so.*
Heather
The Russian finished putting the other boy's things away and closed the computer lid. He dared not look into others' personal effects.  That was the FSB's job. 


"It was of no issue" He said oncing over the room one more time. "I should leave. Anything else you need?" He asked moving to the door in a few short strides.
Betty
*Corvus gently propped himself up as he listened to Vizhkir get ready to leave the room. He opened his eyes, which his eyes would be mismatched and he squinted at the boy. His mouth opened, which he yawned momentarily before speaking, his voice light.*

"Oh, you're leaving already?"

*He had a small smile on his face, and he looked relatively at peace at the moment despite feeling quite tired. He knew that this would be rather stupid to say, although, he had said it. He just hoped that the boy wouldn't overreact about that question.*
Heather
The Russian's hand slipped off the door knob, falling to his side. The gears inside his head turned, albeit slowly. Why would anyone want someone in their room so late? He could piece it together. 

"You want me to stay?" 

He now faced Corvus, confusion written clearly on his face. He crossed his arms and leaned on the door, crossing his leg over the other as he pondered the possible deeper meanings. Perhaps the boy wanted a friend until he fell asleep. And well, boys can't like boys. That's illegal. Right? Maybe he needed someone to check under the bed, make sure nothing was lurking however unlikely that was.