Rhodes nods and presses a soft kiss against my head before nudging his head towards the bed. "You're right, and also still tired. Get back in bed."
"No, it's okay, I'll help. What else do you need?" I try and stifle my yawn and protest, despite my heavy eyes and labored movements. I still want to help. He shakes his head with a small smirk.
"Go on, I'm basically done anyway," he replies, pulling back the covers of the bed. I pout but climb back in anyway and watch as he whips around the room, packing various items into his case.
"What sort of things will you get up to while you're away?" I ask him, sheer curiosity driving me. All that I really know about this trip is that it's to New York, it's for a week, and he wants me to go, but I can't. Rhodes walks back into the room from the bathroom, clutching his toiletry bag.
"Mostly meetings and conferences. Might try and catch up with some of my mates while I'm there," he shrugs his shoulders.
"I didn't know you had friends?" I ask mockingly. Apart from Max at the art show, I don't think he's really mentioned many other friends. He tilts his head to the side and smirks.
"Ha ha. I used to live in New York for a bit of my 20s, so I have a few friends from that era," he replies as he zips up his suitcase and places it back down on the floor.
"Are you gonna paint the town red then?" I ask as I relax back into the pillows, slightly propped up so I can watch him as he pulls on a pair of pants.