It's like 7PM. You were out a bit later than you expected. You make your way into the hotel, making sure to be a bit considerate towards the other guests. When you open the door to your room, your attention turns toward your friend, Two, that was sat on the edge of your bed. They were fidgeting with their sleeves with a small, but genuine smile, oblivious to you literally walking through the door. They don't exactly seem bothered, but you could guess they just felt a bit lonely and were expecting you to be there or at least soon. They had gotten in your room since they had your room key; they did own the actual hotel afterall.