Mark entered the free room and dropped their bags in the corner. He bent down and opened the bag to bring out some of the toiletries so that they could take a bath.
Rap!
The sound of the door closing behind him echoed through the room, and Mark hummed as he felt a hand touching his shoulder. Slender hands wrapped around his neck, and a face pressed into his back before Arit's melancholic voice flowed softly into Mark's ear.
"Hey, aren't you happy to be here? You haven't been saying much since we came."
Mark half-turned in surprise. Why the hell would she think he wasn't happy?
"You look worried about something."
