The best night. Nothing like hitting up the seediest parts of NYC and actually having a bed to sleep in afterward.

[But there's still Petre's stupid order on him. It hasn't gotten him into trouble yet, but it's going to. At some point, he'll have to try and make contact with a guy for something, and he'll look like an idiot.

Fucking Petre and his messed up jealousy.]

We're not friends or anything. The staff stuck us together as roommates to try and force us to play nice. [He huffs, gaze shifting upward.] We'll never play nice.