The smile he offers Steve at the promise almost resembles more of a grimace, a tight-lipped expression that tucks his lips into his cheeks in a nearly straight line. Appreciated, even though the subject is an uncomfortable and rather vulnerable one. He's not too worried about it, though. Never shied away from talking about something just because the subject touched on tight emotions. You learn to be forthcoming when you lead a lifestyle where every minute with someone could be your last.

He shakes his head even as he rises to his feet.

"Knock yourself out," He murmurs his assent, and ascends to the top bunk using only forward momentum and a roll of his body in a frankly unnecessary display of acrobatic prowess. Such is life, ascending the ladder is a waste of time. The bunk shifts beneath his weight as he settles in again, but fortunately it doesn't squeak like some of the others a few blocks down.

Once he's still and settled, quietness descends the bunks for a long and permeating series of minutes.

Hesitantly, and don't ask him why, he decides to ask in a quiet murmur, "You wanna talk about it?"

The nightmare, he means. Not the book. Obviously.