Room 307, Thursday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Fact: In a universe with infinite distractions, there were totally things to do that didn't involve fretting over his okay-fine-it-was-okay-to-use-the-actual-word boyfriend's visit home to a universe which (at least upon last inspection) appeared to be one of the dangerous ones full of, like, evil robots and stuff, and focusing only on the worrying

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[lockestheway]

"It's nice to know you haven't gotten an inch more productive since we last saw each other," said Peter from the doorway.

His face and the rest of him had its fair share of bandages.

[dollpocalypse]

...That was an unexpected voice.

Topher sat up quickly, knocking his tablet onto the floor. "What -- you're -- what?"

So articulate, our Topher.

[lockestheway]

"Back at school due to security concerns," Peter said, making a vague statement towards his face that was supposed to encapsulate... well... everything.

[dollpocalypse]

"Shit," Topher said, before he could articulate the sentiment that that Peter's return was actually slightly awesome. "What happened?"