"I'm glad I got stuck with you." You spoke, arm nudging Bob's as you headed toward your assigned room. "Could you imagine me in a room with John? For a full eight hours? No way to escape?" You shivered at the thought and Bob couldn't help but smile. "I'd kill him. Myself, if I had to."

Bob had his usual boyish grin on his face as you walked, eyes switching between you and the carpet you followed. Well...the smile was usual to you.

You two had clicked as soon as he joined the team. You were the second newest after him and you felt it was only right for you to help him. You had been in his place only a year earlier. Now, you were close. Friends. You were the only one other than Yelena that he felt truly comfortable around. Safe enough to not glance over his shoulder when you were behind him or jump when your hand brushed his arm. He felt natural around you. Like himself.

Bob let you pass him as you neared the assigned room. You pressed the key into the hole. "Hopefully not." He whispered. He followed behind you, holding the door open over your head as you skipped in.

You froze in front of him and he barely stopped himself from walking right into you. He cleared his throat as he backed away, eyes following yours to the bed. Bed. Singular. Not plural, like the sweet lady at the desk had promised they had.