He hadn't been waiting long, not by any standards, but it wasn't as if he noticed the passing of time. How long had he stared at the little laptop screen, curled up on the floor by his bed? The Shark was right. This wasn't like him. But he couldn't think of what else he could do. Nothing save to wait.
At the knock on his door, the boy raised his head, staring at the doorway for a moment before he managed to push himself to his feet.
"Yes?" came the soft-spoken inquiry, as he pushed the door open. Wary? No. Simply weary.