"Motel?" Basil commented with disgust. There was family, there was him; she had options. Watching the lift tick down instead of looking at Rose, Basil found solace in the numbers. It was scary to consider Rose "home". He'd longed for it. If it wasn't real, he couldn't handle the let down.
"That's disgusting," Basil followed up with a frown. The word motel itself was sub-par. "You could have gone home, or rang me. I'd sleep on the floor for you," he scoffed.
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