German hotel bathrooms, much like German hotel elevators and German hotel beds, were never designed to hold more than one American-sized person at a time. But Chris knew from experience there were occasions when being short was an advantage.

Sitting on the cold radiator, he could reach the sink with one hand while petting Justins' curls away from his forehead with the other. He pressed a damp washcloth to the back of Justins' neck, watching him shudder and retch.

Justin heaved again, but the beer had long-since come up. "I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

"'Sokay, Jup," Chris said.

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