Dex gets up when Lardo throws her stuffed walrus at him. “Dex. I am going to sleep. Turn off the light.”
He has been sitting for so long his legs have cramped. When he stands up he staggers.
He switches off the light and gently closes Lardo’s door. It’s going to be his door next year. His and Nursey’s. Dex feels sick at the thought.
He checks his phone. A bunch of chirping about the dibs flip in the team chat. A single message from Chowder.
Call me when you get this.