He dropped the bag of goods from the convenient store at the foot of the couch as he flopped onto it as well, stretched out against it with his back leaning against the opposite arm, resting beside Porsha. He tilted his head back and looked up to the darkened ceiling, light fixtures half-stripped, half-remaining, but fully not functioning.
"It's a nice place, though," he said, idly placing a gentle hand on the girl's leg.
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