*runs a hand through his hair self-consciously* Goodnight.
*waits until you've closed the bedroom door before he slowly changes his clothes and pads into the little half-bath to wash up*
*this done, starts searching the closets for a spare bed pillow and blanket* *opens one door to find not another closet, but another bedroom* *murmurs to himself, feeling rather foolish* Right. Spoiled Rockstar Suite.
*leaves the living room light on in case you venture out during the night (not that you're likely to when you have your own bathroom in there) and closes his bedroom door halfway* *climbs into bed, smiling a little as he remembers making the travel plans, thinking how you'd laugh to find him capable of splurging on such a stupidly luxurious holiday*