Nova put a hand on his side.
" By the way," William asked. " Whose room are we in?"
He heard him flip over.
" Fuck off. Did Kaama talk about that? Seriously? This is my room, I've slept here for like the past thirty years. I don't know what his problem is."
" Well, I don't either, I just wanted to ask."
" Well, you don't get to know."
" That's not faaaiiiiir, Nova."
" Die mad about it."