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“Oh. There’s only one bed.”
They both stared down at the single cot with its frayed blanket and rickety frame.
“Well, yeah,” Murph said. “You’re posing as a single traveller, of course they only gave you one bed.” They caught the look on Steve’s face and mistook it for discomfort. “It’s fine, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Steve glanced around the room doubtfully. Tucked into the rafters of the tavern, there was barely room to turn in a circle let alone lie down on the floorboards.
“I’ll do it,” he offered. “I’m smaller.”
“I’m more used to it,” Murph argued back. Both of them were sidestepping the obvious solution with insistent fervour.
“Or… we could share,” Steve ventured meekly. “It’s just one night."
“Tight fit,” was all they said, eyes fixed on the little bed. A blush began to creep up Steve’s neck.
“I-I don’t mind. Besides, uh- I think it’s meant to rain tonight.” Murph’s ears flicked sharply at that. “I could… y’know. Use the company.”
Murph’s eyes darted to the window, the sky already growing dark, and back to the bed, almost too quick for Steve to notice.
“Fine,” they said after a long pause. “Just one night.”