The lights on the sixth floor went out and the elevator arrived.
Noah hadn't recovered from the sudden hand-holding, and even went in the wrong direction to find the room, dragging Mason along half of the long corridor in vain. The two finally found the room, but when they turned on the light, Mason squinted at the two beds with a puzzled expression.
He leaned against the wall, while Noah stood beside him and looked at him.
Mason tilted his head and asked him: "Why are there two beds?"
Noah didn't understand. Two people, of course, should have two beds. He guessed what he meant by that, thinking, didn't he want to sleep in the same room with him?
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