Rai doesn't flinch. One would say he's used to it, but he's never flinched from similar situations in the past either. "Never said you couldn't," he says.

"Right. Me trying would probably be the inconvenience." Rai also ignores the comb. Knowing him, though, if that comb stays on the ground for too long or is broken, the ignoring isn't going to go on for very long.

Rai's fingers go type-type. Dion should probably consider going to pick up the comb before the invisible timer indicates that such action will be mandatory. :-P

That just reminds Rai and the narrator of a cat.
It doesn't seem to be on the bed. Hmm.

Comb (+1) obtained. Not yet in inventory.

Rai is fine with that, but not in a "This is fine" way. In what seems to be a genuine way. Maybe he's just used to Dion acting weirdly. Or maybe he's just not paying much heed to what's goin' on.

...frick, setting building. The narrator sucks at that. Let's see.
Well, guess a good place to start would be the bed. Obviously, it's behind him. (Unless the narrator imagined his movements incorrectly.) It's one of those beds where the head of it--where the pillow is placed--is pressed against the wall tightly, while the other three sides have open space. 
The wall is kind of neat. It's like a light sandy beige. There's a light blue trim on the bottom, near the bottommost borders. It wasn't recently repainted, but it hasn't been a long time between when it was last repainted and now, either, so there aren't noticeable cracks on the wall. The people who have stayed in this room have presumably taken good care of it during their stay. By the way, the walls in this hotel "room" of sorts all have the same color for all of its walls, including the kitchen. The place is kind of homely, but also not quite. It's uncertain whether that "not quite" can be attributed to Rai or to its own already-existent, basic properties. 
Speaking of whom, he's obviously still working at a small desk. He couldn't share the space even if he wanted to, or needed to. As for the desk's placement, it is more centered in terms of viewing the outside corridor and rooms leading from said corridor, with the aforementioned beds being farther to the left. The bed that can better see the corridor is Rai's, and Dion's bed is the one that's completely hidden from view for the corridor until the point of entering the doorway. This setup seems intentional--it's been about the same for just about every other place they've lived in. The intention is somewhat important to note, as otherwise it seems about impossible to gauge Rai's mindset from the room. 
Rai doesn't seem to own much, and what he does own, he keeps it largely away from anyone's sight, including Dion. And though Raez and Wiley aren't here, he also keeps them largely in the dark for what he has when he can. It's not to mention that it can feel like he doesn't trust others, to say the very least. Even now, it's like he could up and leave and nothing would change--his bed is made the exact way it was made on the day they arrived, to the point where every wrinkle there was is there and every wrinkle that wasn't isn't. The lock that he uses on the "bedroom" door at night and whenever they're out is nowhere in sight--he doesn't leave it hanging on the doorknob, or wherever it is he puts those types of locks. And other than his computer screen, which just looks like encrypted letters if one were to look at it, he doesn't have any paperwork out. 
As for Dion's bed, it has an indent from earlier, I suppose.

Sir, you can not care now, but do keep in mind that if not for his work, you'd probably be on the streets. Or, if he didn't care to rescue ya due to, like, y'know, not having money, probably still in solitary confinement still.
"Taking a nap?" he asks.

Yeah, don't worry, one could tell him "You're stupid" and he'd be like "Oh, yeah? Interesting take. Didn't think of it that way."
Still, he probably shouldn't get used it. Not everyone's like Rai, no matter how much the guy tries to make it that way.
Meanwhile, Rai has on shoes. It's a pair he only wears in indoors environments like hotels, though. To be honest, it seems like he always has on shoes. Weird thing about him.
"Nah, you just sounded a bit tired."

Or else someone's going to eat him? o.o?
"Hah." There goes his fake chuckle, a symbolization of his lack of laughter. "I don't mind. I don't think you should be taking a nap for me, though thanks for your considerations."

Rai takes that as Dion not being 100% sure on whether or not he wanted to take a nap, but it's not like he's gonna pry. He just keeps doing whatever he's doing.

(To be perfectly honest, if I did have something in mind I've forgotten it by now xD. Idk, I think I just thought it was nice for them to have some one-on-one interaction, nothing in particular that was really outstanding in terms of being an idea. We can totally end it with him taking a nap if you want.)

(I'd agree with that, and I'm okay with ending it like I said, yep.)

For a while, it's just the sound of Rai's typing. Even that is quite quiet due to the sound muffler the young man installed onto there. Somehow, it also seems like it's slowing down. What at first sounds like a hushed yet incessant and simultaneous brush of many, many keys on the keyboard becomes a more human sound, with the noise becoming less simultaneous and with each key becoming more and more distinct. Finally, the tapping comes to a complete stop.
Soundlessly, he scoots his chair backwards and stands up, looking back at the sleeping Dion. His expression is his passive one--serene, a little serious-looking if one doesn't know him well, but with no indication of an incline towards any other expression, like a crinkle near his eyebrow and eyes and mouth. Of course, none of this would be known by one with closed eyes. Even if he were still somewhat awake, it likely seems as if Rai is contemplating going somewhere else. That is, until Rai, at some point, walks over and deposits the blanket from his own bed partially onto Dion. He does it carefully, trying not to wake Dion up, and tries to make it so it's just right. Not too hot, but also so that Dion won't get cold. You know, the AC is on, and the body's temperature is supposed to fall a bit during sleep.
After doing so, he steps back a bit, turning as if to make sure to not continue staring (potentially creepily) at his travel companion. But still he waits for a bit, as if trying to see if he needs to do anything else. He does find something to do, and to do that, he has to bend down. So, he crouches carefully, trying not to bump into the bed. He succeeds in not bumping into the bed, so after finishing his stooping movement, he does what he wanted to do--picking up stray strands of hair from the floor. They're blond, and they most likely fell from the combing from earlier.
Rai stands up again and tries to think of anything else he needs to do here. Apparently deciding that he doesn't have anything of the sort on the agenda for now, he goes back to his desk and sits down briefly. Instead of typing, however, he just brushes his screen with a hand. The screen falls to black within a second. Then, he shuts the device, retracts the charging wire, and clips on the connector between the keyboard and the back of the screen. He stands back up again, having acquired everything he needed from the room.
Between the tranquil paleness of the surroundings' entirety and the true quietness of the room, the man who calls himself Furei Raitsu is slightly, ever so slightly, out of place, with his shadowy attire and figure. It happens to be that without the drape of normality that others collectively provide to him, he seems more like a tired traveler without the privilege to have a place to call home, and without the right to feel and share his sentiments. He seems as if a misplaced mist or forgotten fog, doomed to be different yet irrelevant in fleeting times. Fittingly, the door he opens does not offer even a creak for his departure, merely revealing a final curtain--a beguiling darkness likely resulted from a reason like a temporary cloudiness blocking the sun's rays. The shift of dark creeps into the room, passing Rai's silhouette standing at the door but not quite reaching the bed upon which Dion rests.
He betrays his own resolve, however small a one it might have been, and looks back at where the boy lies. Between their respective positions, he can just barely make out the posture that Dion is resting in. Despite their now more similar grayness, it seems sharing similar parts does not make two similar wholes.
But the current view suffices. Rai steps out of the room and closes the door, his shadow remaining within the door slowly shrinking, slowly becoming less and less, until it joins him again in the outside.
He reaches the front door in no time at all, what he needs in his hands. No more, no less. The clouds outside are shying away from their blocking positions now. The darkness inside the two's residency starts to yield. 
But before it can really start to do so, the man of fog brings the darkness with him as he steps outside. The only indication of his leave finally sounds as the handle is loosened. 
Click.

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