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Having satisfied his curiosity about Tory's belongings, Adam flops down onto his bed, propping himself up on a pillow, cradling one of the books he'd brought from home. He's still in that position when the bathroom door opens and a cloud of steam billows out, revealing his new roommate. For the most part, Adam ignores him as he putters around his own space, focusing instead on his book. He's not quite used to to sharing his space with someone else, and a stranger no less, but he figures he'll get used to living with Tory soon. Probably.
The peace doesn't last for long, because Tory mutters to himself, clearly in distress, and dives for his shoes. Adam barely resists the urge to glance up, but does allow himself an eyeroll, trying to keep his concentration on his book. It's likely not Tory's fault to some extent, but the small space means Tory's movements catch his eye easily, and it's not exactly something that Adam can ignore easily.
Someone knocks at the door, and Adam sets his book down with an exasperated sigh. The universe does not want him to be productive today, apparently. Since Tory is closer to the door, Adam expects he'd deal with the visitor, whoever it is, but the boy has ducked behind the bathroom door instead, mouthing words at Adam. He can't quite hear the boy, but he understands the meaning of the words, judging by the trapped look on the boy's face.
Hauling himself to his feet, Adam goes to open the door. Another boy stands there, this one almost - almost - as tall as he is, looking rather confrontational. "Yes?"
"I'm looking for Tory Han?"
Honestly, it's a surprise this stranger hasn't shoved Adam out of the doorway yet, the way he's peering over Adam's shoulder as if he expects Tory to be cowering behind him.
"No Tory here," Adam responds, as convincingly as possible, then makes to close the door on him.
"Wait. Are you sure? Are you hiding him? Is he hiding? Tory?" One hand placed flat on the door, the boy looks into the dorm room, almost forcing his way inside.
"No, I'm not," Adam says very firmly, "and if you don't get lost I'll have the authorities in here. I don't know who that is. Get out." With that, he closes the door and locks it, the click loud enough that whoever is on the other side of the door should have heard it.
"So." Adam turns to Tory, pushing the bathroom door open wider. "Who's that?"