With all the holiday shit and the forced interaction with people; all the things that made DJ feel a little claustrophobic, it was nice to do something easy, and sleep was definitely that easy thing. The blankets up over his head blocked out the cold and his room was mostly quiet in his block—more so than it had been the past couple days, anyway—which made it easy for him to sleep.
Before he drifted off, though, he heard the telltale sound of forced family interaction, right outside the door of his cell. Fuck, he thought.
It wasn't like he didn't like spending time with his siblings. He did love them, even if he was a recluse more often than not. Every now and again, though (or, more often than not, if he was totally honest with himself), he liked to be by himself. No, it wasn't like he thought his family judged him like he did with other people, but when he was sitting there on his own, it was easier to ignore the whole 'everything sucks' feeling that he got most of the rest of the time.
But, he supposed, he'd already spend most of the past month or so avoiding Maddie, Zach and Charlie... so now, he supposed, he needed to suck it up and deal with it.
“Stow the rope, I'm coming,” he muttered as he threw the blanket off of himself and looked up at the door. “And the Pipsqueak name got tired years ago, but I'm sure neither of you care about that.”
He looked between the two siblings at the door, noticing a serious lack of the third and her half-pint sidekick, and gave an inward sigh of relief. It wasn't that he didn't like Charlie; she was his sister and he loved her and whatever else younger brothers were supposed to say, but the kid... made him uncomfortable. And the fact that she seemed so well-adjusted, after everything they'd been through, made it a little tough to be around her sometimes. So, being with Maddie and Zach right now would be nice.
After walking up to the door, he stood on the other side, but made no move to open it. “Alright, I'm up. What now?” he asked with a wry little grin.