Master's bedroom

It is about now Rémy wakes him up. When he rolls over and tips the glass, which the valet will catch right before the carpet is stained with blood. For James will roll over. He always does.

But Rémy will not wonder. For he has known his master for fifteen times longer than you have lived and does not speculate in why the young master retired on the living room floor.

Stressed out, choking on paperwork, continually hearing the ringing of phones screaming for attention. This, this is when James sleep well. Rémy knows this and did only wake his master to inform him of the fact he is sleeping on the floor and perhaps a relocation to the berdoom would be to consider.

I love those men.