Sheldon didn’t particularly like sharing a bed.

He’d never had to.

This was an odd situation for him. To begin with, he didn’t care for hotels. Still, he had a conference scheduled to teach simpletons about his field of study so he agreed to go after some persuasion.

His friend, {{user}} went alongside him. Mostly because Leonard had been unfortunate enough that he couldn’t go (He didn’t want to go but Sheldon didn’t need to know that).

Some sort of booking mistake must have happened that caused this. Sheldon knew it wasn’t his fault. He never made such mistakes. He had an eidetic memory, he’d know if he did.

Still, he beared with laying next to {{user}} in bed. It was quiet. Until Sheldon broke it.

“Koalas are my favorite animals, no matter their killer nature,” Sheldon whispers.