Devin hums, acknowledging and understanding. Wishing for it will not make them any less alike; at least it allows him to be here for her in a way he has so rarely been able to be for others. He goes quiet then until they reach her room, contemplating an idea, turning it over in his head carefully. Assessing his gut reaction rather than ignoring it.

In some ways, what he's about to say is as personal and vulnerable for Devin as the passenger Aly discovered. This time, it's offered willingly.

"I cannot claim to be as entertaining as a podcast," he begins, reaching to open her door and usher her inside, peering around for roommates, "but if you would like, I can read to you." Pause. "There's one I have memorized, for occasions like this." Dryly: "A bit dense, maybe, for your tastes."

Though maybe that would help her sleep, and he's not inclined to go snag anything more entertaining from the lounge until he's sure Aly's more stable.