"Hey," John said, and turned his head to look at Bobby briefly, as if he could peel back the layers and work out where that reaction came from. Still, he eased himself away from Bobby's warmth, unlooping his arm, all too aware of how the other young man had stiffened, all too conscious of his own immediate response. What am I? A leper? was the bitter, angry line that died on his tongue, but he was too busy wrestling with whether he felt he deserved a'Yes' or 'No' in reply.
To stop himself from saying more, John opened up the first of the doors on the left, revealing a small narrow room, barely enough to fit a single bed and maybe shove in a desk, if the occupant wanted. There was also a connecting door on the right of the room. "This...is not your room. I really have no idea what to do with this it. But it does connect with the other bathroom," he explained, closing the bedroom door and shuffling down to turn the next doorknob and reveal a decent, relatively modern bathroom that had been renovated sometime in the 90s. Shower, toilet, basin, and connecting doors to the rooms on either side. "You don't get a bath. Sorry. I have a little jacuzzi in the master bedroom, which I guess you can use if you have some kind of rabid undergraduate gathering."
Back to his evenly grouchy self, John opened up the last room on the landing - a warm, if somewhat bland bedroom, with the overall theme of cream walls and beige-brown carpet continuing. The only furnishing was a double bed, a little side table, and a chest of drawers. There were also some built-in wardrobes. "You can rearrange it all as you want." There was a flatpack desk still in its packaging leaning against one of the walls, all ready to be assembled. "I took the liberty of getting a desk, cause I was looking for a student housemate, but I've been lazy and haven't put it together yet."
He stopped then, clamping down on the nervous flow of words, and just decided that Bobby should probably walk around the room if he wanted and get a sense for the space. "...Have a look around if you want," he encouraged. "Get a feel for the place. Me, I've got this half-finished beer down in the kitchen and could really use it ,so, you come down when you're ready." And then he was off down the stairs, all too aware of just how lonely he'd been.
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To stop himself from saying more, John opened up the first of the doors on the left, revealing a small narrow room, barely enough to fit a single bed and maybe shove in a desk, if the occupant wanted. There was also a connecting door on the right of the room. "This...is not your room. I really have no idea what to do with this it. But it does connect with the other bathroom," he explained, closing the bedroom door and shuffling down to turn the next doorknob and reveal a decent, relatively modern bathroom that had been renovated sometime in the 90s. Shower, toilet, basin, and connecting doors to the rooms on either side. "You don't get a bath. Sorry. I have a little jacuzzi in the master bedroom, which I guess you can use if you have some kind of rabid undergraduate gathering."
Back to his evenly grouchy self, John opened up the last room on the landing - a warm, if somewhat bland bedroom, with the overall theme of cream walls and beige-brown carpet continuing. The only furnishing was a double bed, a little side table, and a chest of drawers. There were also some built-in wardrobes. "You can rearrange it all as you want." There was a flatpack desk still in its packaging leaning against one of the walls, all ready to be assembled. "I took the liberty of getting a desk, cause I was looking for a student housemate, but I've been lazy and haven't put it together yet."
He stopped then, clamping down on the nervous flow of words, and just decided that Bobby should probably walk around the room if he wanted and get a sense for the space. "...Have a look around if you want," he encouraged. "Get a feel for the place. Me, I've got this half-finished beer down in the kitchen and could really use it ,so, you come down when you're ready." And then he was off down the stairs, all too aware of just how lonely he'd been.