That voice sounded familiar, and it didn't take him long to pinpoint it. After all, after the to-do at the pool, it was a voice that had haunted John in his dreams. He felt his blood run cold.

As soon as the bag was tugged off his head, he winced at the lights above, happy to have the cooler, fresher air outside the bag on his face. As soon as his eyes adjusted, he narrowed them at the nonchalant face that was watching him as if he was a mildly amusing zoo attraction.

"Because... you apparently didn't have any better decorations for your room?" He offered. He was in trouble, certainly, especially if this man was involved. But that didn't mean he had to play any of his games. This was not a man who did things himself, and so long as they were alone, he was.... probably safe.