Ianto inserted his keycard and the door snicked open. He wrestled his suitcase inside, then turned, gasped—and sank to the bed in shock.
Owen barreled in. “Oi! You don't get to swan in here and claim the bed. We should at least flip a coin.”
“You can have it,” Ianto mumbled through his hands.
“Glad you're being reasonable for once! So where's the rest of the room? Through that door?”
“No, that's a...”
“Fucking wardrobe!” Owen raged. “And it's barely big enough for my shoes. I thought you booked a deluxe cabin!”
“This is the deluxe,” Ianto said mournfully.