He grins at his feet as he shuffles into the bathroom, the kiss still tingling on his neck.

It's nice. Nicer than he thought it would be, though he's not entirely sure what he was expecting. He isn't expecting the toothbrush and the note. The kindness makes him smile, and reminds him to lock the door.

The 'your ginger' part makes him raise an eyebrow though.

Martin sorts himself out as quickly as possible, and post-teethbrushing, he scrubs at his hair in the mirror, attempting a fix. It's sort of futile.

When he's as presentable as he reckons he can make himself, he takes a deep breath and exits the bathroom.