"It wasn't much of a punishment until about ten hours in," Clint conceded. "That's when it went on extreme repeat. And...yeah. I've had a roommate since I showed up." He flopped on the bed, not really seeming to care who's it was so long as it was a nice place to park his ass for the time being while he took the phone to fiddle around with. "I'm lucky enough, I guess. I room with my friend, well, partner I guess? Then again, she's like, nine and I'd kinda like the privacy at this point?"
Look, it was just too awkward to ask someone to not come back for a few hours. They'd know. They'd judge the state of the room later. It'd be -- a whole thing.
"My phone's good with audio to text translation," he said, poking at the buttons. "So there's no way yours wouldn't be able to do the opposi---ohh, do you want the guy voice, the computer voice or the sexy british librarian voice?"