"Hey, you." I raised my head to look at the smiling curly haired boy standing, in front of my room.
It surprised the hell out of me to see him, so I let him in and asked. "You got out?"
"Just this morning. I got sick of lying in bed. The Clandestine needs me."
The Clandestine isn't the only thing that needed you. "That's good, then."
He looked around my tiny room I shared with Laurena and smirked. "Nice room. Very neat". It looked almost exactly like every other room in the Clandestine, but somehow Laurena did a little touch up to it, to make it seem more homely.
"Never been inside before? Even before I came?"
"Why would I be? Laurena's not much of a good host."
I hummed. "True".
His gaze shifted to my wrist, which was wrapped in bandages, then back to my slightly bruised face. "W
