The crowd was beginning to thin. Tenma had stopped after two glasses of wine, and Grimmer was glad for the man's judgement—for if Tenma hadn't pushed his glass away, Grimmer would have had to gently tell him that enough was probably enough, for the sake of not waking up with a terrible headache later. Grimmer had been glad, too, to see some other guests of the place filling bags or tupperware containers with leftovers to take home... it made him feel a tad less guilty, standing up and starting to make space in his large shoulderbag for some provisions they could safely take.
Tenma was starting to droop, looking utterly sleepy, a rare sight. The man was usually so wired for danger, always vigilant even in situations Grimmer felt were safe... but he hoped it would be a thing that would stop, one day. This... this was a nice look, he decided, the sight of the doctor with eyes half shut, cheek smushed onto his palm, elbow propped on the table. A nicer sight if he were in a proper bed, but seeing him get any amount of peaceful rest was gentle on the taller man's heart. He kept watch, observing as various guests started to take their leave, thanking the owner for hosting such a wonderful event. Ahh... well... it was now or never. With a careful stand and a gentle touch to Tenma's upper back, Grimmer went towards the owner with intent to ask a question.
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"Dr. Tenma... wake up, now. Rise and shine," Grimmer whispered gently, a soft jostle to Tenma's shoulder rousing the man, some dark hair pressed to his cheek and eyes bleary.
"Hmn? What—I fell asleep," he said it with more horror than looked possible for someone so drowsy, whispered gravely, like something terrible could have happened. Grimmer gave a soft, lopsided smile, slightly humored, mostly empathetic. "Sorry... we're leaving?"
"Actually," Grimmer said, taking a step back to let Tenma stand and stretch, a soft wince in the taller man's face to hear the poor doctor's spine crack. "The owner's generosity goes a bit further. For those who don't have anywhere to go for the night, there are some spare bedrooms. Apparently this place is very big!" Grimmer chirped, like there wasn't an enormously tall ceiling above them, and dozens of huge tables about. Tenma blanched slightly at the idea of troubling the host, looking slightly mortified. Grimmer softened and reached out to hold and squeeze Tenma's arm, a bracing motion. "We aren't the only ones... an elderly man is staying the night because of the ice on the sidewalks, and I believe a small family without a home, too. We should save our money that we would've otherwise spent on the inn... don't you think?"
Tenma blinked, his mind finally waking up. He glanced at what looked to be said family, a pair of women who seemed to be the guardians of a young boy, all headed towards the back door of the great hall, seemingly further into the mansion. Tenma's gaze softened, and he let out a small hum in thought, nodding and gently clapping his hand over the one that squeezed his arm. "Alright. You... asked him? You did... while I was sleeping. Mm... well," Tenma put away that small spark of guilt and shouldered his own bag, then looked up, a faint smile tugging his mouth. "I'm sure it will be nicer than the hotel."
"Or dustier," Grimmer mused, and smiled widely at Tenma's small sputter over how his friend could be so rude. "I'm only saying that often times it's hard to clean such a big home!"