Life on the submarine quickly became very difficult after the no jacking it rule came in place for the band, in fact, some might say it was incredibly hostile- especially for Abigail, watching it all go down was very distressing.

Luckily, your problem didn't have anything to do with that.

The submarine was a finite space and that was taken into very careful consideration when everything was being moved onto it. Because Dethklok has some sort of curse on it, a good quarter of the submarine's air pressure started to go off which wasn't good. Thankfully nothing important was damaged and the problem was being fixed the moment it was found, but that meant those rooms were no longer in service for that time and it just so happened that one of the rooms with the dodgey pressure was yours.

So now you had nowhere to sleep in a submarine full of sexually pent up musicians who have taken to harassing their producer. Yes, that sounds like a safe situation.

Obviously Charles couldn't let you sleep out in the hallway or under a table until you had a room back and he didn't trust putting you up with someone else so he did what seemed to be the only option left and allowed you to sleep with him- sleep in his room.

And that's how you ended up lying on one side of a way too big of a bed, Charles on the other as he read a book from the low orange light from one of his Tiffany lamps.