Harlan stretched his arms to the ceiling, feeling every inch of him uncoil and relax after earlier's exertions. "I'll jump in first." He enjoyed hotel nights, but wasn't overly fond of smelling like second hand smoke. The scent tended to cling to his clothes too, and he'd almost created a specific wardrobe for his assignations with Jayde.

The young man stepped over the carpeted floor and brought his clothes with him as he slipped into the hotel's small bathroom. The shower was clean, but a little dated. It still did it's job, letting warm water rain down to wash away sweat and refreshing Harlan at the same time, waking him up so he didn't need to worry about falling asleep at the wheel as he drove home.

Hair the color of the darkest chocolate spilled over his shoulders as Harlan hummed lightly under his breath. His hands froze and he frowned. "I never hum, not here." The words, spoken only for his ears, made him wonder what was going on. It was a puzzle to be sure, and one he had to figure out. Was it his latest expedition to find things for his online store?

Couldn't be that, the last week's haul hadn't been that impressive... It wasn't like his music, or his music blog, had taken off. The parachord classes had bombed, not one person had signed up. He'd been so frustrated, and had been so glad when Jayden had called him up. If the other man hadn't dialed, Harlan probably would have.

It was almost like he relied on the time they spent together, as impersonal as it was.