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Connor hasn’t been sleeping. By extension — Evan hasn’t been sleeping. That’s just what happens when you’re forced to share a bunk bed with an anal-retentive insomniac whose mind is incapable of producing thoughts that aren’t centered around Diego Rodríguez García. It’s only now that Evan realizes that choosing the bottom bunk was a bad decision, because the anal-retentive insomniac has a tendency of leaving the room at ass-o-clock even when his stupid fucking feet have to go CLACK fucking CLACK fucking CLACK down the bunk bed’s ladder, and CLACK fucking CLACK fucking CLACK up the bunk bed’s ladder, and now Evan has eyebags. Very fucking unsexy.
Maybe all Connor needs is to destress. Fine, Evan can help him with that. But know that helping Connor isn’t at all about Connor, or having any modicum of concern for Connor’s wellbeing, or caring that Connor hasn’t spoken to him in well over a week — it’s about Evan and sleep he’s not getting. He approaches the corn maze, arms folded. “Hey, bitchface,” he says. “Ride the fucking ferris wheel with me.”