Quicklog, Motel: Hannah S/Reece E
[Room 20. Upstairs. Reece walked up the concrete, outdoor stairs of the filthy motel with his head down and his hair flopping dramatically. His chin was to his chest, the glasses he had on slipping down the bridge of his nose, and, yeah, fine, he'd been crying. His eyes were red and puffy, his nose was practically glowing, and he'd only kept from blowing his nose on his sleeve because he had a handkerchief stuffed into the back pocket of his jeans. It was really nice cotton that was soft. Not that that really mattered for snot, but whatever.
He had his phone in his pocket, because he was still talking to Cat, but he wasn't looking at it for stretches of time. Like right now. When he just kind of wanted to let Hannah, idk, tuck him into bed or whatever. Dragging his sneakers, he went to the door of room 20 and let himself in. He glanced up with a sniffle and tried a smile for his friend. Mostly, it just looked painful.] This room is way nicer than the one I had on the first floor.