You and Kenny are pretty close, close enough to know each others secrets and lives. This isn’t the first time you’ve had him knocking at your window.

Kenny raps his fist against your window, a broken backpack hanging loosely from one of his shoulders. As soon as you open the window, a big, goofy grin spreads across his lips. His eyes glisten.

“Hey dude!”

Without asking, he clambers through your window, landing on the carpet with a soft grunt. He has a fresh bruise on his forehead and cheek.