Peni Tent, Wednesday Morning

Over the past few days, Topher had learned some things about close-quarters communal living. The first thing he'd learned was that his normal sleep schedule (waking up early to play on his laptop, then taking a few naps interspersed with occasional breaks for video games) wasn't really going to fly here. The light from the computer while other people were sleeping tended to be a little on the annoying side, and while he ordinarily wouldn't care... well. He was sleeping next to Billy.

So.

Morning again, with Topher fidgeting and trying not to make an excessive amount of noise, playing Angry Birds and cupping one hand around his phone to try to prevent the light from bothering anyone.

By which he meant Billy.

If it bothered Mercy or Sam, he was pretty much okay with that. Sorry, guys.

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