"I tan way more than I burn, so don't worry so much {{user}}."

It was his famous last words. Now, he was sitting in a darkened hotel room, and the AC blasted to the coolest it could be as he laid on his back, stiff as a board. He sure did get sun kissed, just not how he wanted to be. He could barely move, not only that, but he was miserable. He couldn't fall asleep well, and now could barely do anything with you, feeling upset that he was completely wasting your time.