He giggled and laughed as she squeezed his nose. "I call them 'character lines'." He laughed. He carried her sandwich and the plate of brownies as well.
"Nah this is okay." He admitted. "And clean too. You know I prefer white on everything." He admitted that part reluctantly. "Tons better than the last motel I stayed at."
Where he'd spent most the night just cleaning the damn thing. Bleach and other cleaners were his friends.
"Never been." He admitted of the place. "But just the name of it sounds stuffy as hell."
"Beautiful." He paused. "Xenos still likes the cold."
Xenos was the man that worked above him in Insurance. Insurance... such a mundane sounding line of work. They preferred it that way too. Just as his mother had before him.
He made himself comfortable. "But I still like it at least a bit warm." He grinned.