His friends are waiting in the hall when he steps out of his room. Jamie leans against the far wall, arms crossed and chin down as if he’s about ready to fall back to sleep. Seth stands to one side, laughing at something Mark just said. Thad squats between them, hands clasped like he’s praying they all get moving already. He looks up as Peter turns to lock his door. They’re talking about me, Peter thinks wildly. Mark told them we got it on last night and that’s why Seth’s laughing, they all know—
“You ready?” Seth asks. Beside him Mark watches Peter closely, trying to catch his eye.
Peter frowns at the floor as he slips his key card into the back pocket of his jeans. “Yeah.” He doesn’t look at any of them, least of all Mark. They know.
“You okay, little bro?” Seth touches Peter’s should
