Aleksandr's gaze watched Nurse Gina's, as it gazed at the beeping monitor.  He wasn't too excited about Nurse Gina's offer, but he knew his father would make a positive response to staying. He braced himself.

"Very well," Father Seraphim looked at his son, who seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, stiff and upheld by the wall, "We will stay in the spare rooms, but really--my son and I can share a bed--we don't need much," Father Seraphim lifted his hands slightly in the air as he spoke.  He knew it was not necessary for them to stay; however, he felt it was the polite thing to do considering the poor girl's parents had just been arrested.  She would want someone when she awakens.  Or, so he thought, anyhow.

Aleksandr re-clenched his fists, with his folded arms.  He let out a small sigh.  Sharing beds with his father--why would his father even suggest such a thing?  They were both grown men.  [I]Fuck you, Dad. Fuck you.[/I]  He thought about all the books he could read right under his father's nose, and that sudden need to do something more rebellious than read lewd literature.  His eyes darted at the sleeping Sylv.  She smelled so vulnerable. [@Arista]