"Couch?" Nate grunted. "I have a bed back in my old room," he added, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. He wondered how many times he would have to go back and forth. Moving wasn't this hard, was it? He probably could take over Charles' bed somehow, but that would be a little low, even for him. A bed was something very, very nice to have in a weird place like this.

Okay, looks like he'd be napping on the couch tonight.