Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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There was a fruitcake in Wesley's room.

He'd never thought Alex the sort to keep uncovered fruitcakes around, but it wasn't his business, so he didn't touch it and simply moved to the common room with something to read. Just as he sat down and opened his book, he happened to spot, out of the corner of his eye, another fruitcake. Just sitting there. Right next to him.

That was worrisome.

Abandoning the couch for a moment, Wesley moved the cake over to the counter and covered it with plastic wrap, so that anyone who wanted it could feel free to help themselves.

When he sat back down? There it was again.

Oh, blast.

[[Open like a common room, yep!]]

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[godofxbox]

"The penguins were cute," Alex agreed. "But they didn't seem to like me much." GEE WONDER WHY. He didn't sound bothered by it, though, so there was that. "I just miss New York. I might just go anyway. My dad doesn't have to know, right? What are you doing? Are you going home?" Alex was pretty sure he knew the answer to that one, but he had to ask.

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SO MANY QUESTIONS.

"I might spend a few days in Los Angeles doing some work for a friend," Wesley said offhandedly. "But, ah. Is that really the best idea? That is, if your father prefers otherwise..."

Oh, Wes. You and your daddy issues.