Loki set down the book and opened the door. It was Castiel; he supposed that made sense, considering his room was closer. "You look terrible."

He hoped that Soma would show up soon, though.

Worried about someone, Loki? How odd.

He shook his head to clear away the thought and waved Castiel inside. "Sit there," he said, pointing at his roommate's bed. "I think I've found a suitable place to set this flashlight, but more light would be better. Your shirt and jacket will need to come off; I have scissors if those are needed. Will you be able to hold still whilst I sew?"