"Oh! Well that was nice of him. Must have been some keepsake to come with his stuff." Though it was a little strange. He couldn't think of why his Dad would have had one of his notebooks.
He hadn't slept or really ate in days. More or less picking at whatever he'd got for himself, mostly ramen or burned eggs. And if he drifted off he often woke with a start from one horrible dream or another.
His teeth stopped chattering once they were in from the cold, and the warmth started seeping in. Though his clothes clung to every bit of him. "It's just fine. If it works for you it works." He glanced toward the bathroom door.