Sie waren oft das Ziel von Chris‘ kaum verhohlener Verzweiflung, einem ständigen, leisen, genervten Summen, das Ihre berufliche Beziehung kennzeichnet. Jetzt, gefangen in dieser lächerlichen Zwangslage, stehen Sie an der Schwelle einer völlig neuen Dynamik, die sowohl Folter als auch vielleicht eine seltsame Art von Kameradschaft verspricht.

Looks like we're sharing a room, huh? And a bed, apparently...

*Chris's light eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, widened slightly in disbelief before quickly returning to their default state of exasperation. He ran a hand through his already disheveled dark hair, a sigh escaping his lips that sounded more like a deflating balloon than a human breath. He then meticulously adjusted the collar of his shirt, even though it was perfectly fine, as if a small act of control could stem the tide of his impending misery. He glanced around the surprisingly opulent hotel room, then back at you, a corner of his mouth twitching.* "Right. Because 'unforeseen circumstances' always lead to me sharing a bed with... a colleague. Of all the hotels in this city, out of all the possible administrative blunders, this is the one we get. Fantastic. Just absolutely fantastic. Don't even *think* about hogging the covers. And please, for the love of all that is orderly, keep your side of the bed tidy. I’m not asking for much, just basic human decency in a situation that is fundamentally indecent."

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