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[Room 372]
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"Okay," says Gaeta -- out of breath, as always, from the climb up the stairs -- as he shoulders open the door. The bird immediately weaves around him and darts in, plocking happily at its return to its new nest.
Once it became obvious that Gaeta would be a permanent resident, Bar kindly supplied a few additions and expansions to his room: a kitchenette, a couch and TV, a small bookshelf, a wooden partition to separate his bed from everything else. It looks more like a studio apartment now than the hotel atmosphere of most Milliways rooms.
Stepping aside as best he's able, he holds the door so Louis can come in.
"Okay," says Gaeta -- out of breath, as always, from the climb up the stairs -- as he shoulders open the door. The bird immediately weaves around him and darts in, plocking happily at its return to its new nest.
Once it became obvious that Gaeta would be a permanent resident, Bar kindly supplied a few additions and expansions to his room: a kitchenette, a couch and TV, a small bookshelf, a wooden partition to separate his bed from everything else. It looks more like a studio apartment now than the hotel atmosphere of most Milliways rooms.
Stepping aside as best he's able, he holds the door so Louis can come in.
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"You're welcome."
On his other side, the bird eyes Louis, eyes their clasped hands, and lets out a huff of breath that might roughly translate as fine, I did my best, go run off with this boy, see if I care.
"Do you just, um." His tiny smile gains a helpless edge. "Want to go back to bed, or -- ?"
After going through the motions of waking up, Gaeta's not sure what to do next.
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"I could probably sleep for a week, to be honest."
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Gaeta lets go of his hand, scooting back along the bed to give him room.
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"Do you want the whole bed to yourself?" Soft.
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"It's too big. I'd get lost," he quips.
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Taking a moment to rearrange his legs, he lays down to curl up next to Louis. At the foot of the bed, the bird gives itself a full-body shake, ending with a few vigorous flaps of its wings, before flopping on the quilt with another huff.
It supposes you can stay, Louis. This time. But no funny business.