Hans stood with his rucksack outside the main hall in Dovercourt. Stephen fidgeted beside him.
“Since we’re obviously not cute enough to get a family, I figured we’d stay together here,” Stephen said.
“I could refuse to go,” Hans said.
Stephen shook his head. “Good luck with that. It didn’t work for Peter. Be glad you’re getting out of here.”
“What’s a hostel anyway?” Hans asked.
“I don’t know, but if it has heat and no horse meat, it’s better than this place,” Stephen said, and Hans laughed.
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