He didn’t think anyone would be in his room. Obviously. It was his room. He could count on one hand the people who would come into the Crank’s room on purpose. And he hadn’t thought Thomas would be there. Especially not when he’d just gotten out of the shower and was still shirtless and suddenly feeling very exposed.
He was torn between pretending nothing was weird and grabbing a shirt as fast as he could. “Looking for me?” he asked by way of compromise.