"He could sleep in one of the boys' rooms, if you'd rather. They don't mind bunkin'." He knew for a fact that they still did it plenty of times, whenever Sam had a nightmare or when Matty got worried. They all elected not to comment on it. Bobby knew those boys had a lot of trauma to deal with, he didn't think pointing it out would help anyone.

"I'd have offered you a place too, but--" He frowned, then glanced at Aleister. "Can't go makin' fancy folk sleep in my hovel. I know what I'm about."