Bobby glanced over his shoulder at Aleister, having to smile somewhat despite being mid-toothbrushing. He managed to spit in the sink and then rinsed with some water before looking at Aleister again. Who was looking, strangely, somewhat adorable with the hat on. He wondered what the King of Hell would think of that descriptor. "Your head ain't as big as mine."

Therefore it fit a lot better with him. He turned back to the sink to finish by washing his face, then walked into the bedroom. Which, yes, admittedly, could have done with some more tidying. "I was tired yesterday. Just tossed the clothes wherever."

Bobby tended to work until he practically fell into bed. Nights that Aleister spent with him were an exception in many ways.