Mark was dragging his feet all the way back to his room and yawning. It was definitely an exhausting day and as he passed by a few people who looked at his unruly appearance he realized how little he cared about what they thought. The only thing that he was thinking right now was how far away was his bed and if he should shower before he slept.
Deciding to be a dirty bastard he changed direction to get to his room and stretched his arms above his head before opening the door. He would just let himself get lost in the peace and quiet of the empty room. To his surprise though the room wasn't empty and his bed was occupied. Someone was eating on it, holding a bag from the really famous burger house he loved to devour. That someone was none other than Mikael.
"I was waiting for you." He told him.