She winced away from his hand as if he'd slapped her. "No, it's fine. It's your room, of course you don't have to sleep on the floor." Her fingers laced tightly through one another, hands clasping together in her lap as she stared at the floor. "I never went in this room. Or my TARDIS' version of this room. I just had her move it to the back so I couldn't find it. I didn't want to go in. It felt like an invasion."
He looked around his room at that, taking in his surroundings. It was like it had been for as long as he could remember. There were maps and pictures of Gallifrey scattered on the walls, random notes and things written in High Gallifreyan. The ceiling was painted like the atmosphere of his home planet. Honestly, it was why he didn't spend a lot of time in his room. It reminded him too much of home, the planet that he hated and yet missed with every fibre of his being. He wouldn't answer her, zoning out as he started thinking of his home.