Tory followed her, taking only a quick stop to pick up his small bag. Traveling light was something that he only picked up recently, but it was an invaluable skill. He was using it more than he ever thought he would, since his life since leaving his family seemed to involve moving around quite a bit. From his the family's smaller estate, only small in comparison to their estate in Rome, to his own place in New Zealand, then on to Hong Kong when he knew that he could not stay in New Zealand. Even then, he was not able to stay in Hong Kong long, and came back to Idris. He was restless, constantly searching for a place that he felt safe. Looking for a place to call home.
Even though he went back to Hong Kong for Christmas, and had quite enjoyed his stay with James, he knew that place was not home either. When he walked into the newest in a long line of temporary housing, he knew he would be fairly comfortable here. He also knew that it was not the sort of place to call home. The room had the lived in feel the same as the dorms, with all the tiny signs of the people who came this way before him. They made the room imperfect, and therefore homey, shown only in the minuet scratches and dents, small discolourations in the wood from an unfortunate and hastily covered up spill. That is not to say that it was sloppy, rather, it was meticulously clean. Someone had poured a great deal of effort into caring for the room, and it showed in the luster of the wood, and the smooth expanse of sheets. He felt that were he to look, he would find perfect corners from whoever made up the bed.
It was homey, but it was not his home. Which was a good thing, because he really did not intend to stay. He would simply have to find someplace else.
He set his bag by the side of the bed, which was really all he needed to do at this point. Seeing as how he only had clothes for one day, there was nothing to unpack. It helped that she already gave him a brief tour of the place. He felt confident that he would be able to find his way around the house later when he turned in to bed. At least, well enough to avoid walking in on anything that he should not.
Turning to face Laura, he pointed out, "I believe there was a promise of ice skating?" He closed some of the distance between the two of them as he spoke, but did not approach as close as they had been under the mistletoe. There was time enough for that later, and he was not the sort to rush into it like an untried boy with his first girl. Even if he wanted to.