Tamaki, for his part, is honestly just ready to go to sleep and hopefully wake up at home, this whole ordeal having been some kind of weird dream. He knows it's a pipe dream, but it makes things a little easier to cope with. He isn't even dreading being roomed with a stranger, it's no big deal. Exhaling a breath, Tamaki opens the door to the inn room and shuffles in with a quiet "excuse me" muttered under his breath.

He almost doesn't recognize the man on one of the beds, seeing as how he's facing away from the inn door to begin with. It is, however, pointedly hard to ignore the hand attached to his face. Tamaki freezes in place, shoulders squaring.

Oh.