Benny gazed across the crowded hallway. All around him were young guys unpacking, saying goodbye to family, and rushing around. Benny needed just one moment of piece and it didn't look like he was going to find it in this busy place. He glanced down at the paper that had been roughly shoved in his hands upon his arrival at Brown University. It had all his classes for the semester and where his dorm was.

After wandering around campus for a few hours Benny came upon a tall brick faced building. "Connelly Hall." He read on the plaque next to the door. The name seemed to match the one on his paper. He trudged up the cold stone steps. It was starting to get very dark. This had to have been one of the worst days of his life.

Benny finally reached what he suspected to be the correct room. The wooden overused door creaked on his hinges as he thrust it open. Inside the room, bathed in blue light coming from an outside street lamp, was the most beautiful boy Benny had ever seen. He couldn't help, but stare for a moment. His pale, milky white skin shined bright in the dark room. Unfortunately for Benny the boy turned out to be a light sleeper and awoke with a start at the sound of the door.

He blinked his eyes softly at Benny for a moment. "Hi, I'm Benny." Benny said sitting down on what appeared to be his own bed. "Mark," the boy murmured shutting his eyes once more. "and I hope you'll excuse me, but I have the inability to be social and tired at the same time." Benny smiled faintly before closing his eyes and accepting the darkness of sleep.