His instant desire for the bed overwhelms any appreciation for the room that he might have. He walks towards it, long strides taking him directly to it and he shoots Charles an apologetic look, but he truly is exhausted and if Milliways is truly time, stopped, then this is even more necessary. "Sing me to sleep, dear," he mumbles, exhaustedly, as he pulls off his shirt, leaving only the white beater-tank and a loosened set of trousers.
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Date: 2012-06-15 09:01 pm (UTC)