Elijah was packing his bag when Alexei finally left the bed, though his eyes still looked glued together.
"Morning," the boy mumbled, running his fingers through his tousled red hair.
The t-shirt Elijah had given him fit Alexei perfectly. At least now the boy wasn't walking half-naked.
"Morning. I guess you didn't sleep well?"
"Nah, just…" Alexei squinted at him. "Wait, why are you in your socks so early?"
Elijah looked down at his shoes and couldn't understand how it was linked to his socks. "I am going to university. I've class, and I guess you have too."
"I do? I thought I was on vacation?"
"That was last week." Elijah was there when it all happened. That meant he knew full well the kid was skipping classes under the excuse of suspension.
It was actually kind of amusing to see someone who didn't care about anything but himself.
"You can take your time. I'll leave in fifteen minutes. The keys are in the bowl," Elijah said, motioning toward the counter near the door.
