Room 503, Saturday Evening

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Roy was having a weird day. It started out with some girl calling him about a coat. He'd returned her call, but then Bobby called about secret identities, and what was wrong with people in this place? Really. He'd called him back, but then Karla decided he needed her help or whatever, and possibly Roy was a little rude in telling her he didn't need or want her help right now. You know. Maybe just a little.

He'd promised Dinah, his Dinah, he'd call her today, but he was in no mood to do so whatsoever. Later, he would realize this had probably been a good thing.

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"I don't--I don't think anything worth having is," Roy said, then laughed, short and harsh. "Look at me trying to be philosophical. Sorry, man, I know it's heavy."

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"It's life," Jack said. "I'm glad you told me, and if there's anything I can do, that is why I'm here - and I will lock you in your room, if you need it."

He said it lightly, but he wasn't joking.

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"Yeah, I already did that part," Roy said, trying to be wry about it and mostly getting there. "I'm doing my best to not wind up back there, but--thanks, man."

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"I figure it goes with being a sibling," Jack said. "I'll be checking in with you, though. I promise."

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"I don't know much about siblings, but...thanks, man."