[Yamaguchi starts a bit: his blown pupils follow the motion of Oikawa snatching the bedding with the slightest hint of a delay, like the audio from a loudspeaker falling out of sync with the image on-screen. But he quickly smiles again.]

Right! My room! [He starts to lead the way once more. As he steps back through the hallway, Yamaguchi keeps glancing back continually at Oikawa to make sure he's following without seeming to be aware that he's doing it. There's a slightly nervous air about him now, but he doesn't seem overly occupied with it.]

If you want, you can put your futon down next to mine, Oikawa-san. The room isn't much smaller than my parents', but I'm not that great about organizing…

[It's not exactly messy (or at least it won't be once he picks up the scattered laundry off the floor that he woke up too late to worry about this morning), but there's still not a lot of extra space.]