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Matt helped Shojoro to the last room of four in the hall. His was the closest to the bathroom and then he'd have to find a place for Celia. It felt strange helping Shojoro to bed so early, and before he'd had anything to drink. The fortunate thing was, Shojoro was already in his pajamas no matter how covered in sweat or faint traces of blood they were.
Shojoro had been in sandles the whole time they'd been running, so his feet were a bit cut up from the straps and overal refuse laying around allies. Matt insisted that he put on something clean and helped him slightly into it. But Shojoro wouldn't let him do much, swearing that he needed no help at all but swaying from fatigue.
When he did finally lay down in the warm comfertable bed, it didn't take him more than a minute to fall asleep. Matt smiled warmly as he looked down whith his hand still on Shojoro's shoulder. He had to resist the earge to crawl in next to him, but he knew better. Shojoro would be more than slightly appauled to see him curled there when he woke up, and what of poor Celia? He turned and gently shut the door and crept back into the living room where she sat.