He'd shared a room before. Fuck, he'd shared his bed for years. In fairness, it hadn't been with someone he cared much for. He still didn't know why he had stuck so long with his girlfriend when he had been so obviously miserable. Had it been because he hadn't felt worth more? Or he'd been too scared to find out what would happen if he actually took the control back into his life.
Wes stayed rooted to his spot. His eyes were drilling two perfect holes in the wall as he kept his face forward even as he heard her rooting through her dresser and get dressed. "Rogue? Wes," he finally turned his head and offered her what he hoped was a friendly smile and not a creepy one.
"I'm not sure this place gives you much of a warning for everything. I was sitting in Chicago just this morning and now suddenly, I'm here." But he shrugged nonchalantly. He wasn't as bothered as he probably should be. Maybe he was just in shock over the whole thing. Or he liked the sense of adventure such a surprise brought him. He waved his hand to the white streak in her hair. "I like that. Do they have a salon here in the hotel too?"