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Harry hated New York, it was loud, it was smelly, and there were far too many people. Where were the trees, the birds, and the bees? Certainly not here, and he too didn't want to be here. At least he wasn't alone. His gaze finally left the fast pace of the city, where was Asta?
"Asta?" Harry called, concern raising in his voice.
"Asta?!" Harry called again, he was more than concerned now at her disappearance, she had done this the last time they were here.
She too must have realised that Harry was no longer following her, as she came rushing back, gently grabbed his arm, and ushered him along the busy streets. Looking between her phone and the buildings, she must have been looking for something.
"The map says the Hotel is around here somewhere..." Asta carefully zoomed in on the map, they were about a block away at this point, so they'd be there soon enough.. hopefully. She wanted to come back, since they didn't get to really look at anything the last time they were in New York, they were too busy finding an egg and avoiding death by crazy lady.
Harry still doesn't know why he chose to come again, but looking at Asta, he knew deep down why he did. She finally found their hotel, the door revolving slowly before them, ushering them inside with the warm lighting, and the idea of a comfortable bed, and shower looming overhead. The plane was cramped, and both he and Asta felt worse to wear for it.
"I am so ready for a shower.." Her voice pulled Harry from his thoughts, nodding wordlessly as he followed her inside.
She was the better at talking to the other Humans, so he left her to step forward to the check-in. It was only a moment; even if it felt like a lifetime to Harry, she was already beside him again, holding up the keycard.
"Come on." Asta's smile was too warm, Harry once again nodded, and this time they made their way to the elevator, taking them up to their floor.
The floor number showing '4' as the door opened. The keycard told them nothing of which room they were to be in, but Asta was on a mission, walking along the corridor until she finally stopped. Room number '108'. The keycard was swiped, the light flashed green, and they stepped inside. Asta took no time at all to flick on the light, the room was nice, clean, and well cared for; except one issue. One bed.
"I- Wait.. I asked them for a room for two.." She looked tired all of a sudden, like all the excitement washed away at the issue of a single bed sitting against the wall, evenly set in the middle with a side table and lamp on each side.
The bed itself wasn't too small, but it clearly could just manage to fit the pair, if they slept close together. Somehow that thought sent a little tingle down Harry's spine, sleeping together in the same bed.
"It's fine, this is fine, it's late, and I really don't have the energy to deal with this tonight. We can make this work, right?" She had turned to Harry this time, hands resting on her hips.
"Right. I'm going to shower." Harry spoke soft, yet bluntly, this can work, he'd want it to work. Asta was warm; he recalls from the many times she had hugged him. Plus she always smelled nice, like nature itself.
He wasted no time to wander off to the bathroom, it was nice, a corner shower hugging the far wall, and the basic human care around the sink and toilet.
Asta sat on the bed, a hand over her face, just what had she gotten herself into, flipping through the phone, she looked over the email she had gotten for the hotel room. It clearly read that there was to be two beds, in one room.. But another look around the room, perhaps this wasn't going to be too terrible. Harry is nice, and it's not like he was the type of alien to do something bad in a situation such as this. Her attention was pulled when she heard the shower shut off, at least that meant it would be her turn next.
"Asta? Can you hand the pajamas from the bag?" Harry; in all his glory.. forgot to grab his clothing before going and getting naked. Though he had appeared in the doorway with just a single white towel wrapped around his waist. Asta may have been staring for far longer than she wished to admit, as she only came to when her name was called again.
"Right, yeah, hold on." She got up, moving over to the bags that sat on the wall near the doorway, dragging out the plaid pants, and a plain grey tee-shirt. Trying to calm her sudden nerves before striding closer to Harry to offer over the clothing in question, keeping her gaze solely on his chin, instead of the bare chest or lack of any real clothing hiding him.
"My turn then?" Asta finally called, Harry rounding the doorway again, and at least this time he was clothed, pulling the shirt over his chest with a nod.
"Should be enough hot water left." Harry answered, his gaze lingering on Asta, like he was going to ask her about her earlier staring but considering her reaction, he chose to keep it to himself.
Asta picked up her own clothing and this time disappeared into the bathroom, the water ringing out shortly after.
Harry sat quietly along the bed before finally moving to instead lay back, his gaze flicking between all the items in the room, generic paintings, a mirror, a kettle, snacks, basic things. A hand moved to turn on the tv, flipping briefly to what channels may have been offered, stopping on Law & Order.
Once the water finally shut off, Harry perked up again, and Asta wandered out, a towel wrapped along her shoulders, wearing something similar to Harry's own pajamas. A plain pale purple shirt, and black pajama pants.
She stopped midway through the room, just staring towards Harry lounged out along the bed, it took her a moment to register that they both still had to share that one bed, and the way he laid there- She mentally shook herself.
"That was nice, after sitting in the plane all morning, and the subway.." Asta was carefully running the towel along her hair now, drying it. Eventually moving to sit on the other side of the bed, stretching out her legs to lounge roughly the same way as Harry. She could do this, she could be an adult, Harry was a friend, friends shared beds all the time; except most of her friends were other women, and that was normal.
Harry didn't seem outward worried over her relaxing beside him, though he did feel himself be a little more nervous, he has laid with Isabelle, but he didn't like her the way he likes Asta. This was all different for him, but he respected Asta too much, they were friends, they were okay, this is okay.
"We should sleep, if you wish to sight see the city." Harry spoke, grabbing the remote, the tv switching off, and the remote returned to the side table. He took a moment to shuffle down the bed a little, finally pulling the blankets up.
Asta followed soon after, a small nod escaping her. Though if she wanted to get more comfortable on the bed, she couldn't just lay there like a stick, so she forced herself to move a little more under the blankets.
"Harry..." She finally murmured.
"Hm?" Was the only noise she got in return.
"Can we.. cuddle? It may be easi-" She started, but she was stopped as Harry's arm moved, allowing her closer access to the alien's side, and to his warmth.
"It is easier on space." He finished, though she couldn't see the smile that was formed on his face, she was warm from the shower, and smelled nice.
This was platonic cuddling. They were both mentally telling themselves, nothing will come of this.. surely.