Gaeta blows out a breath. "Yeah." Low. "It's frakked up."

Among many other things that aren't even remotely the point: why would you break into somebody's house to steal dirt? Isn't there enough of it outside?

He studies Mulcahy for another beat. "Is it just your house, specifically? Would it be easier if you were sleeping indoors somewhere else, like the inn?"

On an actual bed is heavily implied, but left unspoken.