Chester also had a habit of hurting himself. Not out of need or desire or self-harm habit, but out of anger. Delvin nodded his way through the papers he'd read a few times before, memorizing them an making sure he knew everything. As much as a piece of cold paper would tell him, anyway. He glanced up when a knock came, and smiled a little. "Huh? Oh, sure! Sure... Hold on..." He flung the file onto the bed, where it fluttered and went still, and stood, stretching his joints and nodding. "What do you need?"