[ Considering Harold's exact concern is that Carver has been either sleeping outside in the cold woods somewhere or not sleeping at all, he narrows his eyes suspiciously at him, reaching up to tap off his messaging program again. ]

I hope you're sleeping somewhere, [ he says pointedly. ] But I did find it rather unnerving to stay there myself. I dislike how predictable it is.

We'll have to get you alternate arrangements.

[ Harold says this unthinking and automatic. He might've needed some persuading to take him on, but Harold takes his so-called employees' well-being extremely seriously, and he can at least try to address the lower levels of Maslow's hierarchy. Not that he's about to offer accommodations at the library like he had with Shaw -- they're far from that level of trust -- but they can figure something out. Staying somewhere it's easy to be found is abominable. ]