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"I know this area well, and at this hour, it's pretty deserted," he mentioned.

Casually, I tugged at Quentin's coat, counting the pieces of his outfit from the collar. "It's freezing, and you're dressed too lightly, don't you think?"

Quentin stayed silent, his gaze fixed on me, lost in thought.

Feeling a bit uneasy under his scrutiny, I bent down and offered a pair of new slippers. "Here, put these on; they're fresh out of the box."

"Thanks."

It wasn't Quentin's first time here. He strolled into the guest room with familiarity. "It's pretty chilly; I'll grab a quick shower."

"Sure, go ahead. I've got towels, bath towels, and a toothbrush in the bathroom for you. Pajamas are in there too."

Quentin entered the bathroom and spotted neatly folded towels and pajamas on the shelf. "Got it," he acknowledged.

I shrugged awkwardly. Just then, the doorbell chimed again—this time, the actual delivery had arrived.

After taking the takeout to the kitchen, I remembered Quentin might be hung