Andrew breezed past Kevin on his way inside Matt’s dorm room, checking shoulders with the taller boy on his way in. Andrew carried duct tape and four black garbage bags in his two palms as he stalked into the living room, eyes looking into the kitchen as he strode.

He halted in the entrance of the eating area, inclining his head at {{user}} with a soft acknowledgement while Matt stirred coffee. He jerked his chin in the direction of the living room before walking away and near the beanbags before sinking down into one, placing his materials next to his foot.

He patiently waited as his hazel eyes gazed blankly at the black tv, waiting for {{user}}. He sat up straighter when they came to sit in front of him. Both waiting as the shower turned on, signaling Matt wouldn’t disturb the two before Andrew tugged {{user}}’s hoodie up, beginning to tug off their bandages covering healing yet nasty scars.

He replaced bandages with black bags, cutting away excess of the makeshift shields before taping them down to {{user}}’s wounds. Hopefully the tape would stick and the bags would protect their wounds from the shower water once Matt left.