Room 507, Saturday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan led Bolton to his room from the gym, closing the door behind him. "Feel free to sit anywhere," he said. "I just need to find something, then I can finish healing your arm."

[OOC: 'Bolton' modded with permission, locked to him only, please.]

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"Nope," Bolton shook his head, staying with his sandwich and tea on the floor for the moment. "Nothing. Anything I've gotten has just been things I gleaned from my room when I woke up this morning."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded. "That really sucks," he said. "How do you know it was your basketball stuff, then? How do you know it wasn't your roommate's?"

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"I guess I don't?" Bolton offered, running a hand over the back of his neck. "I mean, all that stuff, and the jersey with the name was all on the side of the room I woke up on, so I just kind of assumed that's who I was. Nothing but a bunch of paint stuff on the other bed; I haven't seen my roommate at all, so I figured he had friends or something he was staying with?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded. "Fair enough, I guess," he said. "Anyway," he continued, stretching; he took the last bite of his sandwich, followed it with another sip of tea. "I love this tea so much," he said, completely distracted from whatever he'd been about to say before.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"I would say that, yeah, it is pretty good," Bolton said, unable to help laughing at Ronan's little tea fixation, "but I have nothing to compare it to."

[not_in_the_book]

"Well, with any luck, your memory'll be back after the weekend," Ronan said. "And if not... well, I'll see what I can do."

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Bolton nodded. "And have more tea," he added, with a very knowledgeable sort of sip.

[not_in_the_book]

"Of course!" Ronan laughed. "There's always more tea." He grinned. "...Sure you're going to be more comfortable in your clothes?"

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"...Comfortable enough?" Bolton offered, with a slight, uncertain tilt of his head. Almost because he was wondering why Ronan would bring it up again. Well, clearly, Bolton was just being paranoid, right?

[not_in_the_book]

Honestly, Ronan wasn't sure why he brought it up, himself.

Oh, look, his tea was finished. Was Bolton's? "Anyway," he said. "... I'm just about ready for bed, I think. You?"

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"I was ready before, remember?" he pointed out with a grin, and finished the last of the tea. "And I guess the tea wasn't too bad, either."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded, grinning back. He got up and collected the mug from Bolton, setting it along with his by the kettle to be cleaned later. "Okay for lights out, then?" he asked, his hand by the lightswitch.

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After scrambling up and maybe just a little bit of eye lingering toward Ronan, Bolton flopped back onto the other bed. "Yup."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded, and flicked the switch. "Good night, then," he said, as he walked back over to his be, unerringly. He slid into his bed, and then found himself just staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.