Weather tiptoes towards the piano in Emporio's room, curling up into it in a way that left room for one more. He knew there were no beds, and you hate your cellmate. So, why not share the space with him?

He tilts his head to speak close to your face, as he usually does. "Come in here. There is room for you."

The stand user silently prays for your agreement. He can't admit his attachment to you but showing it in little gestures like this helps. He hopes you see it soon.