Too comfortable, both of them. Gene doesn't do well with comfort. He doesn't know what to do with himself.

So he hauls himself to his feet and helps her up too, leading the way up the stairs. There's a room at the right and he opens the door; inside are two single beds pushed against opposite walls, one wardrobe and one desk against the other. The wallpaper bears pictures of racing cars and one of the headboards is covered with stickers of cars and footballers.

'Take whichever one you wan'. There's more blankets in the wardrobe if you ge' cold. Bathroom's opposite. Don' flush the loo in the middle o' the night, it makes a hell of a racket. An'...I'll see you in the mornin'. Later in the mornin'.'

He turns away without looking at her.

'Nigh'.'