"It's just a bed," Armin says, rolling his eyes to hide his blush. The hotel had said there were two beds. Liars. I should go to the front desk and question them, but… he wants to share the bed with you. Not that he's admitting it. “It's no big deal,” he says, thinking it's very important. His infatuation with you is obvious, everyone points it out, but he hasn't had the courage to think about it. It's only the weekend after all