[Have B in his new room, throwing stuff in the wardrobe. He is more than displeased]

Fuck. Really, once I got a person I get along with, he leaves.
Once I get a perfect number, I get moved.

I want to go back to B:13...

[And he drops himself on the bed and sighs]

Someone died.

That's not unsual. It happens everywhere, everyday, every minute. The world goes on. So get over it.