John set the last box on the floor with a grunt. "That's it, right?"
I leaned against the door, a grin on my face. It hadn't taken much time to move my few belongings into my new room. "That's it."
John grinned and flopped back into his bed, sending a pile of folded clothes flying. I laughed, reaching over to pick his stuff up.
"Just leave it. Herc hates it when I leave my clothes on the floor." John sat up. "Which is precisely why I do it."
"Did you just say precisely?"
John rolled his eyes and laughed. "Shove off, Alexander."
"It's Alex!" Hercules poked his head into the room. "And get your clothes off the floor before I bury you in them." He shot a grin at me before retreating to his own room, just barely missing being hit with the pillow John chucked at him.
With another groan, John heaved himself off his bed and threw his clothes into his bed while I started opening one of my boxes.
"Yo, Alexander, leave that for later."
I didn't bother correcting John again. It seemed like he was going to continue to call me Alexander no matter what.
"Come on, you should come grab coffee with me and Thomas."
"I'm good." I didn't really want to be a third wheel, even if I did have a bit of an interest in meeting the famous Thomas Jefferson.
John slid to the floor next to me. "You good?"
I shrugged. It was exhausting, moving, even if I didn't have much stuff. And besides, I really wasn't interested in watching John suck someone's face off for an hour or so. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Come on. Thomas is bringing his friend with him and I don't want James to feel like a third wheel." He gave me this pleading, puppy-dog look. "Pretty please?"
Holding back a smile, I rolled my eyes. "Dork. Fine, I'll go."
John let out a whoop. "Come on!" He jumped up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. He dragged me out of our room, and I followed, enjoying the feeling of his hand in mine, even if it was just for a minute.