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Parker rolls his shoulders and scans the room. He's wearing long sleeves and smells faintly of hospital. He's hurt. He's here.

He wonders if it's a theme.

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You don't have a room yet?

Parker shakes his head. "Nope," he says.

A room is kind of like putting down roots, nearly making this place a safehouse. Somewhere he can come back to.

Are you going to?

Parker shrugs. "Haven't had to yet, people always keep offering me a place to sleep."

His smile might be flirtatious. Maybe. Or maybe it's just the light.

*Thom snickers.* You asking?

"Not unless you're offering," Parker says.

I won't be there, if that's what you mean.

But you can have it.

Parker grins. "Thanks. I was going to offer to sleep on the floor if that'd preserve your chastitiy."

He raises both eyebrows. "Where is it?"

*Thom sputters briefly at that, but holds his hand out to Parker nevertheless.

There's a key in his palm, although he doesn't seem to've taken it out of a pocket or anything.*

Parker blinks, and reaches for the key. His fingers touch it, and he disappeared.

*And Thom leaves to sleep with his sister.*

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