Room 438 Monday Early evening
After leaving Willow's room that morning, Dean had snuck back down to the fourth floor doing his best to avoid contact with all people. He made a beeline for Room 438, incredibly grateful that he'd found this bolt hole last week. If he locked himself in, no one would know to find him, no one would bother him and no one would ask him any more questions that would have him blurting out about how much he liked kissing Alec. He'd done that enough, thank you very much.
So he'd spent the day locked in The Place, listening to his music, playing around on the internet on his minicomp, and eating the junkfood he'd handwavily stored there a few days ago.
As days went, it could have been a lot worse.
[ooc: Locked to he who knows who he is. NFB]
So he'd spent the day locked in The Place, listening to his music, playing around on the internet on his minicomp, and eating the junkfood he'd handwavily stored there a few days ago.
As days went, it could have been a lot worse.
[ooc: Locked to he who knows who he is. NFB]