Waiting a few more minutes, Nemo ran a hand through his ruffled hair and decided he couldn't stay in the washroom all night. He took a deep breath and gave himself a mental pep talk. Hopefully it would do the trick.

He peeked around the corner into the bedroom to find her on the bed, hair loose, in nothing but a chemise, sipping on the wine and everything he'd just steeled himself to do went flying out the window. The regret at even looking was high and he held his breath as he made his way back to the miniature sofa and tried to fold himself onto it in some semblance of comfort.

It was going to be a long night.