"I need to throw them in the wash, anyway," he says, splaying his hand across the bedspread. He fondly remembers his and Allison's interlude before taking a breath and looking up at him. "Make yourself at home." He stands then, toeing off his flip flops before taking a towel hanging on the back of his door. "Try not to break anything," he jokes, heading out of his room and into the bathroom.
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