Isaiah gave them directions to his dorm, and ran inside briefly to grab pajamas, his toothbrush, and a change of clothes for tomorrow. "Weirdest slumber part ever," he muttered as he packed up his bag.
"At least you'll never have to pay too much to stay in a crappy Motel 6," he joked weakly, feeling like he was looking over the edge of a very high cliff, just waiting to fall.
"Come on," he said, bringing their various bags inside. "The sooner we have a beer, the sooner we can get to the things we obviously don't want to tell each other but should."