"Yeah, something like that." She nodded. "Fourteen is pretty fucked up, in the scheme of things. Or so my dad would say. He put me on Zoloft after he found out I had sex at fourteen. Not sure why, but. Yeah."
She nodded again, and hopped off the mattress, leaving her backpack behind. This would obviously be the room she slept in. She found it first. But it wouldn't be fair to deprive him of a bed, too.
"Should we check the other rooms for another bed?"