They'd get along. They're both cool dudes.
Roommates? 
I'd go bonkers, no matter how cool the other person.
Heh, when I applied - got accepted - and arrived at animation school ("folk-high" scandinavian concept, basically school-for-fun) I was surprised by the fact that all rooms were shared. Having a roomate seems so... natural and obvious to people - nobody thought of "warning" that it was the fact 
So, I had to tell them exactly how it was - I am here now, but I simply cannot stay here, if I have to share a room. Have in mind - I was undiagnosed at the time, I didn't have "aspergers" or "autism" to lean on, as terms they would understand. I simply blankly refused to share a room, pointing out to them that I would quite simply lose my mind in the company of anyone else, no matter how nice they are.
Luckily, they took my word for it, and I was the only student there granted a solo-room.
It was in fact the first time in my life I recieved "special treatment", and it felt damn good
Shared rooms are an exception here. Shared kitchens, yes, shared sanitary rooms, yes, but I only met one set of students sharing a room to sleep and learn in, when I studied. They were identical twins and almost inseparable.
The concept of shared rooms always freaked me out. I was lucky, to be the only daughter with three brothers. After the age of six I never had to share a room again.
In the military that was a major source of my gradual breakdown. Have in mind, I cannot repeat enough, over here, military service is mandatory. There's a few ways of avoiding it: Proclaim to the world that you're gay (nope), prove to them that you are a die-hard pacifist, strongly against all violence and all weapons (very difficult to pull off), or - go to prison. Obviously, being bat-shit loony etc will also help.
That said, I was never bothered by the tasks we had in the military. For aspies, it is very easy - initiative is punished! Taking instructions by the tea-spoons is rewarded! It's the opposite of normal society requirements
as a result, most my peers were complaining a lot "booo hooo they order us around to clean up stuff, tidy up, march back and forth, then they yell at us D:" I found that whole experience a breeze, I mean, what could be easyer than to stand fucking still untill told to move!?
Sit, unless told to stand. Stand unless told to sit. It couldn't possibly BE any easyer!
And the yelling? Come on! Have they never seen a war-movie? They ALL took the yelling personally, they ALL thought that if only they did their best, the sarges wouldn't yell, wtf, were they all born yesterday? I took the yelling with a big fucking grin "YESSIR! I AM A MAGGOT SIR! =D"
BUT
4 people
in one room
every day
all day
never alone
never alone
never alone
never... alone
that REALLY ate at me
(as for the yelling, it's probably one of the most misunderstood army-concepts there is. everyone seems to think sarges yell cus they're "mean", the movie "full metal jacket" builds its entire first third on that stupid misconception. It's such a hippie idea "booo sarges are meaaaan, they yell at youuuu
" it is a METHOD. It is a TOOL - and it has a TIME LIMIT! The sarges are _carefully instructed_ to yell at the troops, in the initiating phase. The yelling creates a "parent vs siblings" mentality, it makes the soldiers (who are new to each others) bond much more rapidly, as they all can bond around being yelled at by the "mean" sarges. Once initiation is over, the soldiers are successfully bonded, the sarges will not continue yelling (unless they are assholes, who has misunderstood everything. in those cases, their superiors may even discipline them. that happened on our base))
