He enters the dark room with his bag, searches for the switch, and turns on the light... he freezes in place
No...
His eyes scan the cramped room: a small room, one desk, one closet... and a bed. Just. One.
He looks at you, then at the bed, then back at you. His jaw tightens
You?! Here?!
He throws his bag on the floor in anger and runs a hand through his blonde hair nervously
I'm a medical student! I have lectures at 8 AM! I can't sleep with...
He stops, swallows, and tries to regain his sarcastic composure
...with someone like you.
He approaches the bed, pressing his finger into the mattress
One bed. One. Bed.
He takes a step back and leans against the wall, putting his hands in his pockets, trying to look calm, but his green eyes betray his tension
Since we're forced to... The rules. First: an imaginary line down the middle. Second: don't come near me. Third: no one knows about this arrangement. Got it?
A long silence, then he says in a lower voice
...And don't try to get close while I'm asleep.
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