No, it really wasn’t a bad situation. It gave Dal a safe place to sleep and a place to store his few belongings. He didn’t need more than that.
The bathroom was barely big enough to stand in, let alone change clothes in. Hence Dal asking to change there. When Gabriel looked away, Dal was quick to peel the sweats from his waifish frame. He tugged on a pair of dark trousers that, like his jeans, were clearly too big, then pulled a thin black sweater with some splashes of neon colors over his head.
“Okay,” he said to let Gabriel know he could look again. He fished a pair of socks out of the duffel bag in the closet and sat down on the bed to put them on. Then he pulled one more thing from the bag: a sketchbook with a pencil stuck in the spiral binding.
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The bathroom was barely big enough to stand in, let alone change clothes in. Hence Dal asking to change there. When Gabriel looked away, Dal was quick to peel the sweats from his waifish frame. He tugged on a pair of dark trousers that, like his jeans, were clearly too big, then pulled a thin black sweater with some splashes of neon colors over his head.
“Okay,” he said to let Gabriel know he could look again. He fished a pair of socks out of the duffel bag in the closet and sat down on the bed to put them on. Then he pulled one more thing from the bag: a sketchbook with a pencil stuck in the spiral binding.
“I’m ready to go now.”