*lifts up his bag again and looks at you, making sure that you mean it, that you will be comfortable* *with a tiny smile (though his expression is still rather strained from the exhaustion and the journey)* I've gatecrashed your holiday and now I've stolen your bed. I feel a bit bad.
*stifles another yawn* I think -- I think I'll hit the sack, though. *after a short but endlessly awkward pause* Goodnight, Ecthelion.
*goes into the bedroom, flicking on every light as he goes, and changes into his pyjamas and t-shirt before washing his teeth* *climbs into bed, thinking that (if not for their history) it is plenty big enough for you and him and half of the population of Gondolin* *only as he relaxes, does he start to tremble, quite violently, realising that he has no idea why he is here with you, when he is still in love with you*