Nolan stares, flabbergasted, at the open door in front of him. They’d walked to the dormitory much like they’d walked to the nurse’s office: squished together with Nolan in the center. Logan had said they were going to the dorms so that Nolan could get some rest.
This wasn’t Nolan’s room.
“Welcome to our room!” Logan exclaims.
The room looks similar to his, only a lot more lived in. Both the beds look ruffled, the one closer to the door considerably more so. Glancing at the open closet, there seems to be more clothes on the floor than hanging, and Nolan briefly wonders how either of them can find anything in the mess of a room. The desks look to fare no better than the floor. Both of them are covered completely in papers and notebooks, with some more piled on the floor next to them. The piles themselves aren’t very neat, looking like they’d fall over with a slight breeze. On the- thankfully unstained- wall, a few sticky notes lie above and next to the beds. Nolan squints, trying to make out the one closest to him, but gives up when his head screams in protest.
Nolan closes his eyes. Finally, with a resigned tone, he asks “Why are we at your room?”
“To make sure you actually get rest, dude! If you end up going back to your classes after this, the nurse’d kill us! She said we should keep an eye on you anyway, so yeah!” Logan’s mischievous grin shines. “This is our room!”
Alexander speaks up, stepping into the room while the other two trail behind. “Where’s he gonna sleep?”