Room 402, Friday evening after classes

[Shep is bouncing a tennis ball off the wall opposite his bed.]

I wasn't going to let this bug me. I really wasn't. This whole "parents' weekend" thing... whatever. I can get caught up on homework. I can recreate my dead Sims family. I can start exercising this stupid foot again. Oh, right, I can go back to the clinic and get cleared from these stupid crutches.

I can lock the door, stick my fingers in my ears and hum real loud for three days.





[anyone feeling like dealing with seriously morose character is welcome to stop in, but he's feeling extremely self-pitying and knows everyone but him has parents to contend with not expecting company.]

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