Somewhere in the preserve - Saturday Afternoon

Roy suppressed a yawn. As much as he enjoyed Fandom's beach, he was kind of eager for that shower and that rest Aly had suggested. He could check out the beach later again, right now he just wanted to get to his hotel. So when he came upon the shortcut through the preserve, he turned into it. He wasn't really paying much attention to what was happening around him, his thoughts with Hughes and Aly.

Hughes better not be giving up too much of his secrets, but he had the feeling that Aly was going to end up with way too much ammunition against him.

[For one, please.]

Room 504, Arms Hotel - Late late morning

Roy wasn't hung over. He'd been immune to those for about ten years now. That didn't mean he liked the light streaming into the bedroom. Somebody (him) had managed to forget to close the curtains the previous night before they (him again) had decided to get drunk.

It'd felt like a good idea then, and he still thought it felt like a good idea now - except for the forgetting to close the curtains part, that was stupid, - given that the other bed was decidedly empty and the spot beside him was too. He stopped hugging the pillow and pulled it over his head. Getting up could wait for another five minutes. Or another hour.

Stupid sun.

[Grumpy mornings are grumpy. For one.]