[ truthfully, marco appreciated the sudden cold splash of water down his front. it helped chase off the cloying daze of the evening (week?) that had otherwise left him blankly staring at the ceiling overhead.

still, he is much slower to get up, if only so he can pull on a nearby pillow to cover his lap as he does. ]

I...

[ oh, it's strange to find himself on the other side of this conversation. had enough time finally passed that the house saw fit to fill its rooms again? that must be the case. distractedly — stalling — he rubs a hand down the side of his face, momentarily obscuring the gruesome scar left behind from years past.

after a moment, he tries again. ]

You're in one of the suites of the hotel. Do you remember arriving elsewhere, before? Or is this your first time...

[ ah, no matter. ]

This place has a habit of placing its guests wherever it likes. The nudity is... just as common.

[ a pause. ]

It doesn't always mean anything has... happened.