Room 323 [Thursday, Afternoon]

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Her room felt bizarrely empty without Edward around, not that Effy would admit that out loud. Still, a week down the line with his stuff gone and the dorm lists changed, she was getting the feeling now, that he probably wasn't coming back.

So today, since she didn't really have anywhere else to be, was the day for rearranging and spreading herself out a little, and making the most of this having her own room.

Made it feel less empty, somehow, and gave her something to think about that wasn't what was going on at home, or certain other confusing moments of this week. Perfect, as far as she was concerned.

[[Door open, post open.]]

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And Alex knew she was looking at him and it made his shoulders tighten up with the strain of not looking at her. She'd said she didn't care, he said it back, gotta put up a good front, right?

Ugh.

"Don't have too much fun moving stuff around," he said, straightening his hair (really, his hair?) while he said that.

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She huffed a little wry amusement as he fidgeted. Not like he'd even done anything much to fuck up his hair anyway.

"We'll see," she told him. "No guarantees." Tidying was such a party activity, after all.

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"See you later, Effy," he said, still not looking back at her as he moved towards the door and slipped out without another word.

Stupid fucking emotions. Stupid everything. Alex barely resisted the urge to punch a wall as he stomped down the hall and down to his room.