He grabbed the doorknob and used it to ease himself upright. His other hand was over his hair, trying to erase hints of being a hobo out of it. "More comfy than that carpet? You're as good as they say." Rick grabbed the handle of his sports bag and dragged himself out of her way. The back of his hand stifled a leftover yawn. "So where're you coming from, this late?"
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