{The door cracks open, just the tiniest bit, John's head peeking through warily. He'd hoped to sneak in while Petre was still sleeping, but he's awake and obnoxiously bright-eyed. John looks (and probably feels) more hung over than him after his long, long, sleepless night.
He shuffles in, blanket dragging behind him, and says nothing. Makes no eye contact. His heart's racing already, because this room has now become complete unknown territory and Petre a complete unknown variable. Anything could happen now, and he's not ready for any of it.]
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He shuffles in, blanket dragging behind him, and says nothing. Makes no eye contact. His heart's racing already, because this room has now become complete unknown territory and Petre a complete unknown variable. Anything could happen now, and he's not ready for any of it.]