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Rooms 201, 227, and The Hallway In Between, Wednesday Afternoon (after classes)

Anders had gone down to the office to file for an official room change, and as soon as it was approved he ran straight up to the second floor and started emptying his dresser drawers into trash bags, stacking books into boxes, and detangling all the cords to his computer.

Of course, the whole trash-bag approach had been pretty quick, but as he quickly discovered when he started lugging them down the hallway to 227, it was pretty cumbersome as well.

Moving the fridge was going to be fun . . .

[OOC: Open -- help the boy move, harrass him, whatever. :)]

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Anders considered this. Sentient books were definitely not unheard of here; he still had a couple of dents in his skull from last semester's finals week. "Sure. You wanna wrangle the literature for me? And then I'll really, really owe you cupcakes."

"Happy to help. As long as it doesn't attack me," Stark said. "And you always say there will be cupcakes. Yet I remain cupcakeless. Will there really be cupcakes this time? And where are you taking everything?"

"Bridge's room. Or I guess Bridge's and mine, now." Anders felt a significant twinge of guilt at poor Stark's cupcakeless state. "Aw, dude . . . I've been meaning to, I swear. But stuff kept coming up, and it's just . . . it hasn't been the first thing on my mind."

"I was only joking." Mostly. He did love baked goods. "I managed a long time without any cupcakes in my life, I think I'll survive. I hope I will. If I need cupcakes to survive I'll be trouble when I leave here. Which one is Bridge's room?"

"If you need cupcakes to survive I'll make sure I get you a whole cupcake baking survival kit when you leave," Anders informed Stark solemnly. "And oh, sorry -- it's 227."

Stark nodded, then proceeded to wrangle the literature as promised. Hopefully it was done fighting back.

"I appreciate that. I haven't seen you in...a long time. Have you been in Bridge's room?"

"Pretty much," Anders said. "Been staying there since everything with Bel . . . the Source . . . went all to hell, really."

"Are you all right?" Because he didn't really know what had happened, but a disappearing Anders was probably not a sign of anything good.

"No," Anders said bluntly. "I'm coping, but I kinda feel all ripped up inside."

"I'm sorry," Stark said quietly. "For whatever it is that happened."

It was a simple statement, but from Stark somehow it was exactly what Anders had needed to hear. "So am I," he replied. "I'm trying to tell myself I'll learn from it, but right now it just kinda hurts."

"The learning comes later. After the hurting...after it doesn't hurt so much."

"That's what I'm hoping." Anders looked sideways at Stark, thoughtfully. "Sounds like you're sorta used to this sort of thing."

"Not sure what sort of thing this sort of thing is, exactly," Stark said. "But...yes."

"Learning experiences that hurt?" asked Anders. "Stuff that hurts so bad you kind of wish you could die even though there's always somebody there to tell you you'll live, and it'll get better?"

Stark nodded. "Sounds familiar, yes. It does get better. Or at least easier."

Anders drew a shaky breath. "Good," he said. "That's . . . good to know."

"I hope it gets easier soon," Stark said with a concerned look.

"So do I," Anders said. "Soon as I'm feeling up to it, I promise I'll make you cupcakes. For real. Right now they'd kind of . . . making emo cupcakes is probably a crime."

"Don't worry about cupcakes. Worry about you."

It was somehow very hard for Anders not to say "awwww" right about then.

"It's okay," he tried to insist. "I'll be fine, seriously, Stark. And I wanna make cupcakes for you guys again. Soon."

Stark's expression was very much "seriously, I know better than that."

"You don't have to be fine yet. Or even soon," Stark said. "But you know I won't turn down cupcakes."

"Love to get all the hurting stuff over with," Anders muttered, "but I guess it's not that easy, huh? And I did promise. So you will get 'em."

"Not that easy, no." Stark shook his head. "But it does get easier."

And even if he didn't know entirely what was going on..."And Anders? If I can help...you know where to find me."

"And . . ." Anders chucked a thumb in the direction of 227. "Well, you know where to find me too. I really appreciate it, Stark. So I might be banging down your door ~~OMG so not dirty~~ sometime soon."

He chuckled briefly. "Got a feeling I'll need it."

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