[...But they have more bed, and that was never...]

Don't make me think this one out, Kibo. What is it? Is it because you guys like each other? You both like me, and I like both of you, so I don't care.

[He seems pretty casual about it. Whether it's the alcohol or not is debatable. Either way, he reaches up to his forehead; the sharpie's faded by now, but he hasn't forgotten the sentiment.]

I'd give you guys have some privacy, but I don't want to wake up and find you dead. Either of you. So you should stay here.