Lardo gives Nursey her dibs. Dex gets Ransom and Holster’s. It’s… unexpected. The attic was for d-men pairs, it fit two people just fine. It was tradition. Just two weeks prior to them revealing their decisions, Shitty had been over, ranting about the legacy of the d-man attic.
“It’s been an established institution since Davey Smith and Jordan McIntyre of the class of ‘02!” Shitty had said. “It has fostered camaraderie in the Samwell Men’s Hockey team for over a decade!” Then he started crying, though that might have been because of the alcohol and the nearing end of his first year at law school.
Individually, Nursey and Dex both assumed that they’d get the attic and Lardo would give her dibs to someone else on the team, maybe even Ford after all the works she’s done this semester. Neither was particularly happy about it, because though they get along much better now, they’re still very different people and living in the same room would probably not go over too well. But they had accepted it as a thing.
They shared rooms on as many roadies as they could, for practice, and Nursey slept in Dex’s dorm whenever his roommate was occupying their dorm by screwing his girlfriend. Dex stopped leaving piles of books on his own desk, thinking that he’d have to share a desk with Nursey next year and knowing that Nursey needed space to write. Nursey stopped throwing clothes on the floor after he took them off, because he knew that Dex hated a messy floor and that, at one A.M. after a night compsci-ing his way into an early grave, Dex would be too tired to pay attention to where he was walking.
However subconsciously, they both thought that they’d be sharing the attic in their junior year. It was a given. Though they knew it wouldn’t be easy, they had expected it.
They won’t say that they’re disappointed, because they shouldn’t be; they’ll be living in the Haus, with Chowder and Bitty, and they won’t have to pay for off-campus housing or deal with wacky roommates. They’re included; they were given dibs. And living together would have incited daily fights, probably. So they’re not disappointed. They’re not. They can’t be.
“Congrats, man,” Nursey says, smiling easily at Dex as he enters the Haus kitchen. Bitty stands at the stove, making something for dinner and chatting with Jack on Skype. “On your dibs,” Nursey clarifies when Dex seems confused.
“Oh. Oh yeah.” Dex shrugs, smiling weakly. “I got the bigger room,” he says competitively. Nursey grins back.
“At least I don’t have to climb all of those stairs.”
“You could use the cardio,” Dex shoots back.
“Yeah, well, you don’t need all that space.” It’s too cutting, too pointed, too cruel for what they’ve built out of the animosity of last year. Nursey looks away, guilty, but he wouldn’t have recognized the expression on Dex’s face even if he hadn’t. Nursey has never seen what Dex’s face looks like when he agrees with something.