There was an argument on the tip of his tongue, caught just short of escaping his mouth. He let it die there, because after a moment he couldn't actually find a valid excuse to fight Bakura's decision. The man had a point. Several, in fact.

Erskine nodded in lieu of thanking Bakura again and moved in the direction that had been indicated, heading straight to the shower. He probably took longer in the shower than was strictly necessary, and most assuredly used too much hot water, but after he emerged and donned the bare minimum of clothing necessary to stay decent he was almost asleep before he hit the bed.