Bobby sent the response while Sam decided to be brave, holding a hand out to Harry. "Come on up."
Might as well get it over with. "We'll be right back," he told Bobby as he pulled Harry along up the stairs.
"Yeah, I ain't gonna run off," Bobby grumbled, good-naturedly, and Sam felt a warmth inside him.
He gestured to various doors once they were up the stairs. "That's Matty's room, that used to be Bobby's bedroom and that's the bathroom. And that's the door to my room."
He opened said door and let Harry inside, bracing for whatever comments Harry might make.
The room was pretty orderly. There was still his desk against one wall, with the Stanford banner hanging over it and several of the uni brochures stacked on the wall, all signs of how excited he had been. There was also a post it reading 'Stanford SMELLS' right there, thoughtfully placed by Matty. He had all his text markers, pens and pencils still in the cup he'd always had them in. There were books on the bookshelf, he could have gone right back to studying.
There was a wardrobe built into the wall that was thankfully closed and, Sam hoped, more orderly than he remembered leaving it. On the door to the wardrobe was a picture of Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right next to a poster of Kurt Cobain. There was also a poster of Buffy above the bed, as well as a Placebo poster that had definitely been ripped off the wall at least once and stubbornly been attached again.
The bed was not yet made, he'd have to do that later. He hoped he could find non-embarrassing bedsheets. For now there was a plaid blanket on it. "Whatcha think?"
no subject
be nice
or shut up
Bobby sent the response while Sam decided to be brave, holding a hand out to Harry. "Come on up."
Might as well get it over with. "We'll be right back," he told Bobby as he pulled Harry along up the stairs.
"Yeah, I ain't gonna run off," Bobby grumbled, good-naturedly, and Sam felt a warmth inside him.
He gestured to various doors once they were up the stairs. "That's Matty's room, that used to be Bobby's bedroom and that's the bathroom. And that's the door to my room."
He opened said door and let Harry inside, bracing for whatever comments Harry might make.
The room was pretty orderly. There was still his desk against one wall, with the Stanford banner hanging over it and several of the uni brochures stacked on the wall, all signs of how excited he had been. There was also a post it reading 'Stanford SMELLS' right there, thoughtfully placed by Matty. He had all his text markers, pens and pencils still in the cup he'd always had them in. There were books on the bookshelf, he could have gone right back to studying.
There was a wardrobe built into the wall that was thankfully closed and, Sam hoped, more orderly than he remembered leaving it. On the door to the wardrobe was a picture of Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right next to a poster of Kurt Cobain. There was also a poster of Buffy above the bed, as well as a Placebo poster that had definitely been ripped off the wall at least once and stubbornly been attached again.
The bed was not yet made, he'd have to do that later. He hoped he could find non-embarrassing bedsheets. For now there was a plaid blanket on it. "Whatcha think?"