Heath grinned, and he figured that Jack knew were he was taking him, and since he wasn't putting up a fight he also figured it wasn't particularly unwelcome. By the time he opened the door to his bedroom - all browns and blues, yoga mat in the corner that he didn't find much time to use anymore - he was hardly even putting up the facade of giving a tour.
"Last stop," He said, sitting down his drink on top of his dresser and turning back to Jack with an eyebrow cocked in question. "Without showing you my mates rooms, and all. You understand."