66. At Least Midnight

The rest of the night followed the same chaotic rhythm. Was this their norm? It sure seemed like it.

One of the staff, clearly aware of how much teenage boys can eat, brought in stacks of pizza. These guys devoured it, and I did my best to keep up. At this rate, I'd gain weight in more places than just my chest.

Jules tossed me a thick pair of pajamas and an obviously old long-sleeve shirt, teasing, "You'll need these. It's gonna be freezing tonight."

I snorted. "Does the house get that cold?"

He smirked, "That and those cots aren't really made for sharing." Adrien shot him a look but kept silent.

I headed to the bathroom to change, feeling odd about not putting my Knight hoodie back on. When I emerged, I told Jules I liked the PJs. "Keep them," he shrugged. "They don't fit me anymore."

Was I going to end up with clothes from all of them? It was starting to seem that way. Glancing around at everyone still on their phones, I said, "Damn. I wish we had a chessboard or something. I'm k