Teri kept pace with Karl for the walk back, which seemed to become significantly longer with how slow Karl was moving. She wasn’t sure who it was to benefit, but at least there were some rewards. It made it easier to start mapping out the floor plan, tapping her cane out a little further than usual to try and get a feel for depth and space. Maybe it wasn’t ideal to be using the time Karl was in pain to be doing such things, but she didn’t know if things would worsen to the point where she’d have to go get someone. Pushing the thought away as quickly as it had entered her mind, Teri realized they were back at her dorm, thankful for a reason to not dwell on her own thoughts.
She idly fished her keys out of her jeans, catching the lock after some re-arranging. More things to work on, Teri frowned, unlocking the door and waiting for some kind of response. As expected, no shouts of confusions came, and Teri smiled. “I was right,” she turned to Karl, using the brief moment to check that he was okay. His breathing didn’t seem as laborious as before, which she took to be a good sign. She paused before she led him in, lightly kissing him for comfort. Whether it was for his or her own, didn’t matter too much.
"Empty, see," she raised an eyebrow, smug that her attention to the people around them was starting to pay off in real life. At least now they had somewhere private to relax, and Teri didn’t overly have to worry about shielding attention from Karl. "Only the problem is that my half is positioned the same as yours," Teri pulled a face, navigating Karl around the mess that was Viky’s half into the organized chaos of her own. "Which is great if you can just shout your way to the door and past your sweaty gross roommate: but for some of us, that luxury is a battle. I think the bed is the only place to sit. Unless you want to sit in the bathroom and be weird."
Karl smirked, even managing a little chuckle at Teri’s description of his dealings with his roommate, and even if he was ready to defend the fact that as someone who lived with Eriq, he could personally tell her it was that simple, he had to say, at least the guy kept his half of the room tidy. Karl wasn’t the neatest guy either, but he was aware of the location of the trash bin in their room, and he did make a habit of using it. As far as this room went, he wasn’t sure there was a trash bin even in their bathroom, and if there was, he expected it was just about the only clean, empty section in their room. “I don’t want to sit in the bathroom and be weird,” he replied, eyeing her as he was unsure of her intention—but maybe the bathroom really was the only place to sit and she wasn’t doing some weird suggestive flirting thing there.
Despite the pressure and pain that was hindering each basic movement, Karl took the initiative to lead them through the room, mostly because there was so much shit on the floor he wasn’t sure how a blind girl even survived in here—but he wasn’t going to have her fall and hurt herself while he was here, at least. He released her when they arrived at the bed, and he sat down more smoothly this time, remembering how frightened she’d gotten when he’d plopped onto the couch in the lounge and she’d been worried he’d fainted. “It’s not as simple as shouting at my sweaty gross roommate, think about how bad it starts to smell in there when he’s nervous. Or excited. I mean okay, he goes to the gym to work out, but did you know that stress sweat smells worse than all the other kinds? I’m not just saying that from experience either, that is proven fact. I know, because they said it on a deodorant commercial once, and I decided if I got Eriq for Secret Santa this year, I’d get him a year’s supply of that brand. I think it was a girl’s brand but, any smell is better than his natural… aroma.”
Sighing, he reached out for Teri, pulling her closer to him and letting himself rest on her shoulder. “You don’t have any classes soon, right?” he murmured, letting out a slow exhale as the pain grew a bit more intense for the moment. “I’m tired of moving around.”