[It's cool, it's cool, he simply nods as he tucks the sleeves in, moves to one of the open nightstands to fold it in half, then half again, before holding it out, the quirk of an amused smile playing at his lips.]

While I'm not sure how long we'll be here, perhaps it would be best not to move in entirely. For all we know, we'll fall asleep and wake up halfway across the world again: only this time, someone else might wake with your shirts.

[And isn't this familiar, picking up after the crew after a night in a motel room, shuffling the playing cards back into the box, giving chiding comments, as though it would actually change anything.]

So- who else is included with the 'we' we're bunking with?