"It was like... I don't sleep well, you know?"
Ambrose grunts, still holding me tight. I shift my head until my cheek is mashed against his shirt. It's probably wrong, but I slide my arms around his waist too, hugging him close in turn.
"So, I'd be lying there in my dorm room, so tired but wide awake, and the girl next door to me snores loud enough to hear through the wall, and it was like that sound was mocking me. And I just–I'd just feel desperate all of a sudden, like I needed to escape, and if I didn't get out of that stifling, airless room I'd go mad."
Ambrose slips a hand between my backpack and my t-shirt, rubbing circles over my shoulder blades. My throat aches, but I'm in this now. I go on.
"The floorboards are creaky in our dorm, and there's always someone in the common area
