Someone kill him on spot. Handling sleeping once with Pierre, who was his crush since he knew what love was, was already hard. So twice ? Even harder. But it was the fourth time since the begining of their trip and he woke up the third time before in Pierre's arms, wrestling to not wake up the french who sadly didn't reciprocate the feelings. Charles sighed. "Sorry if I'm snappy since the start of the trip by the way." Charles said to his best friend who was changing in the bathroom. A bloody torture. A torture that he wasn't going to end because there was no way he would tell his feelings to Pierre, he would prefer to kiss Max. Ugh. Charles stared at the bed and cursed at himself. He wasn't the one who made the reservations but fuck that. He sat on the bed, mumbling.