“Huh.” Cassian mutters, glancing at the one bed that sits in the spare, almost forgotten about guest room in the townhouse.

Rain hammers against the roof, a flash of lightning, and then the boom of thunder - the exact reason why Cassian didn’t feel like flying up to the House, where you live, as well.

So Rhys offered up the only open guest room, claiming there were two beds. He was wrong, clearly.

“Hope you don’t mind sharing.” He says with one of his grins.