Why did I bring so much luggage?

Tristan groans, pulling a bag into his room and going to lift another one before he spots a familiar face, a boy he’d met during orientation.

“Hey, dude! Owen, right? I’m Tristan. Unless you remembered that.. do you, um- need help with your bags?”

Tristan beans like an excited puppy, his grin never faltering even once.

He reaches forwards to help him with his bags, reeking of golden retriever energy.