Room 406, evening

[soldtoarmenians]

There was a towel tossed across Xander's desk chair, and Bitterwoman, season 2, on pause on the laptop. It'd been on pause most of the day, not that you'd know that if you walked in. Not that you'd be walking in, because the door was locked, The Highwaymen were not on pause, Xander was flopped on his bed with a book in front of him but staring at nothing, pretty much like he had been all day, and if you knocked, he probably wouldn't answer.

Of course if you had a key...

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[soldtoarmenians]

"I have no idea who has those pictures, and refuse to try to track them down. I'm just sayin'... somebody does. Because Murphy's Law was written for Fandom High." He smiled and pointed at Jeremiah. "In non-fashion-related news, we had a contest where people balanced animals on their heads."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to track down those pictures," Isabel said slyly. "And make up a poster for the wall."

"Animal balancing? Who won?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"I think by the end it was anybody still standing won. The concept here was definitely 'who can be the most doofy.'"

He smiled lightly. "Which I know, you'd think I was a shoe-in, but actually I'd have to give my vote to Angel on that one."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"He's doing okay? Thank you for calling me by the way. It was good to get some good news at the point."

Isabel got to her feet and started to the door. "I have to stop by and see some people. But I'll be back later on, okay?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"He was doing okay enough to show up in the Common Room in a Hawaiian shirt and a goofy hat, calling himself Herb," Xander said. "Either he was sneaking out against doctor's orders or they've been giving him the really really good drugs."

He nodded at her as she headed out the door. "You might stop by to see Parker if you weren't going to already - she said to come by if you wanted to talk, and she'd probably be glad to know you're back."

[soldtoarmenians]

When she was gone, Xander smiled for a moment, and glanced over at Jeremiah. "Happy now? Good."

Then he reached over to turn the music back on again, picked up his Art History textbook, and started to read. He managed at least half a page before he was staring into space again, which was, well, some sort of progress. Probably.