Over the past week, Billy had found that he wasn't a terribly heavy sleeper out in the tents, without the blissful darkness he had in his dorm room. The light from Topher's phone, even blocked a little by his hand, was enough to get him up, and he cracked an eye open to watch him. "What are you doing?" he whispered.
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Date: 2012-06-20 02:18 pm (UTC)