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I had left a lamp on so I could see when I got back. The soft light eminating from it doesn't quite reach the corners of the room. I leed him out of the entree way, he sits on the edge of the bed and figgets with his fingures while I look for the bottle opener. After a couple of moments he gets up and moves to a chair, he doesn't sit there for long before getting up and moving again. I can see him in the mirror. I turn and ask if he is ok with this, he nods weakly but stops figgeting as much. I start to wonder as well if we are moving too fast as I find the bottle opener in the snackbar and take two glasses over to the nightstand between the beds. I pop the cork, careful that it doesn't make too loud a sound as it's late and pour each of us a little. We each sit on one of the beds, he picks up a glass and sips it, I am not sure what to do, or if I want to. NO! I tell myself, you've already decided. We talk a little more, I start to relax again like on the boat. There is a fireplace in the room as well. Now even the one lamp seems like too much light. I set down my glass and walk over to light it, as I do so he seems to realize that he still has his coat on. He gets up and removes it, lieing it over a chair then sits next to me on the floor. I watch the flame take to the starter then sit as well.