The talk with Sookie had made a few very important things clear for Bobby. The first was that his father was well on the road to recovery, and didn't actually need all that much help day to day anymore. The second was that as much as that coupled with the fact that nearly all his earthly possessions had been wiped out (save for the few things he'd been keeping with him at his parents') had him feeling adrift and like there wasn't really any place where he belonged, there was someplace where he could feel that way again.
Fandom.
Not to mention, Sookie had her own schooling to get back to. As much as having her around had helped during those difficult months with his father, he felt guilty about uprooting her- even though it had actually been her idea.
Anyway, the end result was he'd looked in to re-registering at the school and had found that the first week of classes hadn't quite passed by, and that there were open spots in a couple of the Friday classes. That taken care of, he'd booked a portal and headed back.
Small problem? Once he actually got to the dorm room he'd once called his own, he realized one very important fact: he didn't have a key anymore. And sure, he could've just gone down to the office and gotten a new one, but this was Bobby Drake we're talking about. He didn't think of that.
Instead? He was just gonna knock on the door to 324, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and hope that Warren hadn't been assigned a new roommate since he'd been gone.
[ooc: guess who's back, back again? for the roomie primarily, but also open otherwise omg.]
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