Yuki glanced at her when she asked the question about the bed, raising a finely sculpted eyebrow at her in response. He then shook his head, moving to remove the jacket from his shoulders and draping it over a chair in the room. "No, you will be sharing my bed. Fret not, though. There are nights when I do not even return to my room." He shrugged and then winced slightly, the movement causing his wound to be aggravated a little. He was still healing, after all. It hadn't even been that long since he had been shot.<br/><br/>He moved to unstrap his gun holster, setting the gun itself into a shelf within a locked glass cabinet. The machine locking it was similar to the device outside the door to this room, but instead of asking for a key card it asked for a code. He closed the glass door and placed his holster on the table beside it. He then moved to unbutton his shirt, draping it over the same chair as before. He went to his dresser, pulling out a pair of pajama pants. He wasted no time in kicking off his shoes and socks before changing into the clothing. He glanced at the bed, noting that she was almost asleep and he finally allowed a smile to grace his lips.<br/><br/>She was just as beautiful as he had remembered, perhaps even more so. It seemed the block he had placed on her memories was intact as she had yet to question him about why he was doing this or even ask about his brother, Setsuna. Speaking of, he wondered where his brother was at this very moment. The younger man had fled the country and there were only rumors of his whereabouts but no known location. He wondered if his brother was still as troubled and taking drugs as he had before he had tried to kill him.<br/><br/>Yuki didn't hate Setsuna for what he had done, but it had hurt. He had done everything to ensure his younger brother's happiness but that had all been for naught when Setsuna had turned a gun on his own flesh and blood. He could only hope that things would be different the next time they met.