"Hm?"

"It feels a bit soon to be happy."

"I don't really think that's a good way to frame it—"

They reach a hallway with several doors which seem to be rooms. They're allowed to pick and choose as they please, so long as they don't fight over them.

Does anybody look liable to fight over a room?

Not really. Everyone's subdued and just taking whichever rooms are closest.

Then that seems like a good idea for Anthony and Dayo unless some of the rooms can obviously not accommodate two people.

Not all can, but some, and they find one easily enough.

… And they have no stuff with which to decorate the place or make it seem like theirs or anything!

"Kinda wish I could've brought some stuff."

"Kinda feel like we came from a rock to a hard place."

"Mm."

"We'll see, I guess."

"I hope – they're all okay."

"Me, too." Sigh. He sits on the bed and looks at Anthony. "I didn't say it before but I guess rotten luck anyway, can't get any worse. I love you."

"I love you too."

He smirks. "Such enthusiasm."

"– Hey, c'mon."

"C'mere," he says, holding out his arms.

Hug.

Very hug.

"I want to find out what they have."

"The people here?"

"Yeah. Their resources, their plans. I'll go stir crazy if I'm told to sit tight and look pretty."

"I think – same, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"It would be almost nice to just trust they're competent and will get things done without me."

"...nah, I'd still want to do stuff even if that were the case."