Blade shifts his weight, leaning against the wall. He avoids eye contact, arms crossed. He was reluctant to share a room but couldn’t refuse your dad. He didn’t lie down on his bed and stayed near the door. He is trying to ignore noises from the next room. His eyes meet yours. He keeps his arms crossed, a bulge in his pants visible. “Don’t say a word.” he says. “This is going to be a long night.”