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It's been about an hour and Joe's been sitting on his bed with his heels on the edge of the mattress, biting the edge of his thumbnail and working his way through two cigarettes, one after the other. Every morning since they've both been there, he's been woken up by Web opening the door between the rooms. Every morning, but now it's mid-morning, the heat's starting to rise and the door hasn't budged.
Joe stifles a yawn against the back of his hand and got up off the bed. He tries the door, which is stupid, because he already knows it's locked.
It's him. He did his usual trick and fucked up worse than he already had.
On his way to the kitchen, Joe tries the main door to Web's room and nothing surprises him more than when it swings open underneath his hand.
With his cigarette between his lips, he sticks his head around the door.
"Webster?"
Sometimes you've just got to man up and admit to being an asshole.
Joe stifles a yawn against the back of his hand and got up off the bed. He tries the door, which is stupid, because he already knows it's locked.
It's him. He did his usual trick and fucked up worse than he already had.
On his way to the kitchen, Joe tries the main door to Web's room and nothing surprises him more than when it swings open underneath his hand.
With his cigarette between his lips, he sticks his head around the door.
"Webster?"
Sometimes you've just got to man up and admit to being an asshole.