It's only a couple of days, like he promised. A few nights of decent sleep, even if Charles did whatever the hell he wanted during the day - he's not going to force Charles to stay in his cabin against the young man's will. But he still doesn't feel good about letting him go back to his own cabin and stay there alone again.

(He won't pretend it's not because he's gotten attached to the young man, protective instincts in overdrive at the thought of something happening to him, but that's only part of the reason.)

"Can you at least show me where you are staying, then?" he asks, dry and playfully lofty as he throws the last blanket back on the couch. "So I know where to find you if something else happens."