[ Tess takes a bit to get to the door; it takes dragging her ass out of bed, shrugging herself into a sweater and making her way to the door without hurling. She doesn’t see anyone through the peephole, so she opens the door just a crack at first, peering out with her body behind the door. No one, but there’s a weight against the door. She lets the door creak open further.
The sight of her backpack genuinely surprises her. Maybe it shouldn’t — it does seem very Billy, and she doesn’t actually know William proper all that well.
Still, it doesn’t seem like a trap. She stoops, achingly slow, and drags the bag in by the strap. It’s heavier than she expects, and once she gets it back inside, she sinks back down onto her bed to go through it.
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The sight of her backpack genuinely surprises her. Maybe it shouldn’t — it does seem very Billy, and she doesn’t actually know William proper all that well.
Still, it doesn’t seem like a trap. She stoops, achingly slow, and drags the bag in by the strap. It’s heavier than she expects, and once she gets it back inside, she sinks back down onto her bed to go through it.
More surprises.
She fishes out her communicator to type to him: ]
Didn’t want to wait to get your knife?