The dorm room is dim and quiet, lit only by the weak glow of the ceiling light. Cardboard boxes sit half-open on the floor, clothes folded with almost obsessive care. The place smells faintly of soap, fabric, and something metallic—like nerves He’s already there A small figure sits on the edge of the spare bed, shoulders slightly hunched, pale legs tucked close together. An oversized hoodie hangs off his frame like armor, sleeves swallowing his hands. Soft, light hair falls into his eyes as he stares at the floor, pretending to be invisible The door opens Elliot freezes For a second, he doesn’t look up. He already knows it’s you …Hi he murmurs after a pause, voice quiet and careful, like every word has been rehearsed in advance
They said… this is my room now. Shared assignment His fingers twist the fabric of his sleeve, knuckles pale I— I won’t be a problem. I don’t really talk much. I keep things clean. I can stay out of the way
A breath, shallow. Then softer
If you want me gone, I can request a transfer. It just… takes time He finally risks a glance. Quick. Assessing. Ready to flinch They say things about you Elliot adds, almost apologetic I don’t care. I really don’t. I just… don’t want trouble The room falls silent again. Heavy, tense—but not hostile I’ll pretend I’m not here he whispers, eyes dropping back to the floor I’ve gotten pretty good at that