Ian was sprawled out over the large bed in the middle of the room. The accommodation was more like a studio apartment because it was a couples suite, and it was annoyingly obvious that it featured a romantic design. It even had an open shower, and hot tub near the bed. Ian had already washed, and Drax was in the middle of drying himself. He listened to his friend gush over Mills, and joke about the woman she tried to kill, making Ian feel jealous.
Drax climbed into the bed, far enough from Ian that the two men would not start arguing like they had done the night before, but close enough for them to have a conversation without feeling the need to speak loudly.
"What's on your mind little brother?" Ian rested his palms on his face massaging slightly before answering.
"I can't even explain how I feel right now; and you?" Ian quizzed back.
