The bedroom smelled wrong enough that it caused my nose to wrinkle.
Not bad exactly, just different from what I was used to. Then again, four men in one room for days on end would do that to a room.
But it was getting so bad that I could pick out the individual smells if I tried hard enough... so I was desperately trying not to. You know the smell....sweat, unwashed clothes versus the hand washed clothes from the bathroom, the faint metallic tang that still clung to Yuche's bandages.
It was just there.
Everywhere.
Constantly.
Unavoidable.
Yucky.
I reached for the candle on the nightstand and lit it with the lighter I kept nearby, letting out a very put out sigh. The flame caught and steadied, and the scent started to spread almost immediately. I felt my shoulder drop in relief.
I was still questioning my sanity, letting them live here with me... letting them eat MY supplies. But strangely enough, the anger that I thought would be simmering under my skin wasn't there.
