[A moment or so later, the door latches, and he's back, unrolling the futon in a businesslike way, glancing up to be sure those tablets have gone—or not, he's not the kid's mother, though things might be easier if he was.
Quickly, he tucks a sheet all around, adds a pillow and quilt, and turns down the quilt. He could have set it up in the front room, but instead it's next to his own bed.
He gets to his feet.] I'll leave you to it. If you need anything else, now's the time.
[Actually, what's he holding? He squints at the scrap of black fluff in the boy's hands. Well, no need to make a big deal of it.]
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Quickly, he tucks a sheet all around, adds a pillow and quilt, and turns down the quilt. He could have set it up in the front room, but instead it's next to his own bed.
He gets to his feet.] I'll leave you to it. If you need anything else, now's the time.
[Actually, what's he holding? He squints at the scrap of black fluff in the boy's hands. Well, no need to make a big deal of it.]