"'Got plenty'? Seriously?" Patrice mutters, halfhearted in his tone but appreciative enough of the other boy's jostle to return it. The casualness that he'd felt earlier has slipped away entirely as he looks at his parents, frozen, and then Presley speaks and his eyes dart over to his other roommate.

Patrice's shoulders sink at his later words, unsure if he feels comforted by the other boy knowing his concerns so well or not. He mostly just feels sad, suddenly. Tired, too.

"Yeah. It's not real."