Room 6620, Afternoon

There's a knock at the door.  Someone is politely, quietly knocking on her door.  It can't be Gene then.  He always uses his fist, even at 3am in the morning.  She opens one eye, and realizes, she's not in the flat above Luigi's.

For one, Gene is behind her.  And completely starkers, pressed against her from nape to knee, snoring quietly in her ear.  A grin spreads across her face, and she stretches, not quite willing to leave the comfort of the bed yet.

'Just leave it there, we'll get it in a minute.  Thanks.'  She hopes whoever is out there can hear her voice, because she's not going to shout and wake him.  She also makes a mental note to tip the rat very well when he brings dinner.

It's impossible to move much at all without waking him.  So she gives him another moment, content just to enjoy the feel of lying in his arms.