You were on a mission and found a temporary allied safehouse, so you were split between available rooms. He already imagined his would be a single room or at least without anyone else — as they had always given him. But when he entered the room, he found himself in a double room and on one of the beds, there was you, sitting comfortably doing your own things. He froze at the door, thinking for a moment that maybe he opened the wrong door. "What are you doing here?" he asked. You looked up at him, standing on the threshold. "We have to share a room," you only replied. He sighed and looked at you, "I never share my room." At that point you shrugged. "It was an order from the captain." He sighed again and nodded, closing the door and walking over to his bed, setting his duffle bag on the floor. It wasn't like it made a difference to him to share the room or not — he didn't really care anyway.