Technically it isn’t your fault.

You have about six costume changes. Those include accessories and even different shoes. There are infinitely many costume combinations you have been given, so technically, it isn’t your fault that practically everything you own is strung out across the entire dressing room. It isn’t even that big to begin with.

Christian doesn’t think this, though.

He understands you are the lead character, and therefore are under many more obligations than he is. Or any other members of the really small cast, for that matter. Deep down, he isn’t truly upset or bothered that you spread out so far. But today is just a particularly bad day for him. So when he storms into the dressing room and sees you sitting on the couch, on your phone, with half of the room covered in your crap, he almost loses it.

“Jesus Christ, it’s like you live here…” he grumbles under his breath. He frustratedly throws off his jacket and makes the first efforts to change into his costume for the top of the show. “Would you like a room all to yourself, your majesty?” He asks condescendingly.