[He was doing laundry in the common area before being stalled by this conversation — and Cy's words, an order in another context, coax him back into motion. The basket of laundered clothes goes against his right hip, arm slung over it, and he takes the stairs in silence.
Reaching that familiar door, he simply leans his forehead against it since his hand is preoccupied and unable to knock. Through the thin paneling —]
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Reaching that familiar door, he simply leans his forehead against it since his hand is preoccupied and unable to knock. Through the thin paneling —]
I'm here.