Darren had found a room with twin beds and an ensuite.
“We can help ourselves to breakfast in the morning,” he told Gwyn as he unlocked the door. “It’s tiny, but it’s clean. I’ve stayed here a couple of times before. The landlord works at the uni. There’s a couple of spare rooms he rents out.”
Gwyn nodded. “It’s great,” he said.
He sat on the end of the nearest bed and slid his boots off, pulled his socks after them and collapsed backwards, arms spread wide, wiggling his toes. “God, that feels good. Lying down is such a brilliant thing.”
Darren laughed. “Do you want the bathroom first?” he said.
“No, you go on. I’m just going to lie here for a bit and be grateful to you for sorting all this out.” He looked over at Darren seriously for a moment. Darren was rummaging in his bergen for
