Leading Laertes back to his room, he can’t help feeling like he’s done before, like the days are repeating and the only thing that’s changed is the man at the end of his hand. He doesn’t think twice, this time. This room isn’t a place he needs to hide anymore — or if it is, they can hide there together. He opens the door and ushers Laertes inside. “Take a seat,” he says. “Or lie down. Whatever thou wouldst.”