[He goes without hesitation, falling back onto his bed and turning his gaze up to Sylvain. The brush of fingers against his jaw helps it unclench a little, and he offers a wry little smile.]

No, it's—nothing major. I should get used to that floor anyway... I'm just not sure I could stay there myself yet.

[He could explain why, but his brain is currently resolving crisis mode still. It won't take long anyway, if the comment doesn't jar Sylvain's memory of those months ago.]