His hands that he had begun to wring back and forth grew still and eventually he peeled them off one another and rested them quietly on the cool plastic of the table counter.

“Right... Thanks, Bunny...” After their train wreck of a conversation they had just moments ago, Kotetsu’s insecurities had gotten the better of him. They were a team, always, and that wasn’t going to change even if he made a total ass of himself. That seemed to be par for the course in their relationship anyway.

Clearing his throat, Kotetsu redirected his brain to hunt down a minute detail that it probably didn’t have stored anywhere. It seemed like such a good idea now to have taken a moment to inspect his room number, but he would simply have to his best to recollect.

“Uhh, well that’s... That’s a good question.... There was... a three in there somewhere... Maybe...”