[he's not hiding the inside of the room; it doesn't look like he's personalized it in any way other than a scatter of papers and a couple of library books untidily heaped in a corner, and more bloody wards scrawled on the walls. the bed is unmade and there's an empty milkshake glass somewhere in there]
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Were you waiting for me for breakfast--?
[he's not hiding the inside of the room; it doesn't look like he's personalized it in any way other than a scatter of papers and a couple of library books untidily heaped in a corner, and more bloody wards scrawled on the walls. the bed is unmade and there's an empty milkshake glass somewhere in there]