"The pigsty in your room, beautiful? Yeah, it does." Julian's voice was sarcastic as he leaned against the door jam, kicking the slab of wood in further. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, and he looked around Ali's room with a slight grimace, but also in amazement at how messy she could be while having so remarkably little to fill it with.

"I got extra luggage. Doubt you can fit a whole week's worth of shit in a duffel." He didn't know why exactly he'd stopped by, since he'd rather avoid her when it wasn't necessary or logical to come see her this week. But here he was.