He finishes yet another fag, and doesn't catch her eye. A quick walk to the wardrobe turns up a white T-shirt, and navy pyjama trousers with a faint tartan stripe. He's not a fan of pyjamas, but he's not about to sleep naked near her.
Ten minutes is all he needs. Five to just let the water hit him, five to scrub furiously, as if he could rip it all off his skin. It doesn't work, but at least he smells better. There's no point shaving, so he doesn't. Just brushes his teeth again, gets dressed, and leaves his clothes in a pile in the corner.
When he emerges, he heads straight for his chosen bed. Not that he wants to be rude, but this is awkward as arse in a whole different way, now. He's slept on her couch before, and they've fallen asleep in the office, and on stakeouts, and occasionally in Luigi's. But it's different to sharing a room, and he doesn't want to dwell on it.
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He finishes yet another fag, and doesn't catch her eye. A quick walk to the wardrobe turns up a white T-shirt, and navy pyjama trousers with a faint tartan stripe. He's not a fan of pyjamas, but he's not about to sleep naked near her.
Ten minutes is all he needs. Five to just let the water hit him, five to scrub furiously, as if he could rip it all off his skin. It doesn't work, but at least he smells better. There's no point shaving, so he doesn't. Just brushes his teeth again, gets dressed, and leaves his clothes in a pile in the corner.
When he emerges, he heads straight for his chosen bed. Not that he wants to be rude, but this is awkward as arse in a whole different way, now. He's slept on her couch before, and they've fallen asleep in the office, and on stakeouts, and occasionally in Luigi's. But it's different to sharing a room, and he doesn't want to dwell on it.
'Night.'