"Don't have to." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack. He got the lighter from his other pocket and lit two cigarettes before passing one to Peter. He took a deep breath and let it out. He took his time, feeling the smoke go down his lungs, before watching come out in slow puff to calm himself.
"I don't want to be in separate rooms. We don't know what the fuck is happening in this place. We should check things out, before going to the rooms, to see how big they are. Maybe we can share." It made more sense than separating at this point.
"And I can be pissed now and later. I'm choosing not to do anything about it, because we're in a haunted hotel in some weird dimension," he said, shaking his head. "I don't get it, why would you leave? And don't give me that bullshit that you run. I thought we were in this together. You aren't the only ones who lost them."