"Do you believe in love, Trent? Or did you grow up dark and alone, so you have no association with that emotion?"

"Go to hell, Josh." I flick off the light, and collapse into my bunk.

I hear him climb into his bed as well and I can almost see his devilish grin in the dark.

"Love yah, Trent."

I feel my face grow hot with anger and embarrassment. "Go to hell, Josh."

He giggles high pitched laughter in response to this, completely breaking the image of whatever character he's trying to portray.

"Hey, you ever seen Silence of the Lambs?" he asks me.

"Dude. I've been here since I was four."

"Oh, right. Goodnight then..."

I huff, and close my eyes.

"…Clarice." He adds.