"No, the bed in the guest room's yours if you want it, that's what I meant about keeping the furnishings. If you're as tired as I am, it'd be a crime to send you out right now anyway. Go on, make yourself at home." You pat him toward his room, setting the cups in the washtub on the way. You don't like to leave yourself dishes to do in the morning, but right now you doubt you could keep your eyes open long enough to wash them.