"Hey, don't throw other people's stuff," Patrice complains, but there's no real bite to it. He can't really blame Uriah for just wanting to get away from it, and while his eyes remain on the discarded item for a few moments, he's quick to refocus on his roommate.

Noting the other boy's slow approach, he simply beckons him over while also shifting in bed to make room for him. "Bowling alley basement," he informs, which is stupid and weird the more he thinks about it.

And while something feels good about knowing his friends were worried about him, it feels equally uncomfortable. "I am the best cuddle-buddy in the bed, so I can see why that'd be jarring to wake up without me."