"Each other," Loras batted his eyelashes prettily at his friend, over his shoulder before he placed the bags on the floor in the spare bedroom that was now Obi's room. None of it had changed, there was still the bed, dresser, and nightstand with the lamp; the room had always been sparse.
"It's all yours," he said, placing his hands to his hips and looking around as if he'd miss the place somehow. He wouldn't miss the emptiness of it. When he'd decided on two bedrooms, he'd intended to have some of his family visit and he was sure his sister would be there at some point, but until now, it was only an empty, sad bedroom.
Loras turned and looked at Obi. "Try not send anymore coffee pots flying, okay?"