~Thomas Jefferson P.O.V~
I groan after reaching the top of the stairs. I regret taking the stairs the moment I started walking. I finally reach the top of the stairs my leg aching. I flop down onto the ground and groan in pain. I suddenly hear the elevator DING and someone walks out. "Um..... You okay man?" The guy asks. I look up at the person who decided that I shouldn't be laying here on the floor. He's kinda cute. "Oh I'm just great thanks for asking" I say sarcastically. "You want me to take you to your room?" He asks kindly. "Yes please. It's #246" "I see. Well I'm Hercules Mulligan" "Thomas Jefferson". "Your my roomie" he says gently picking me up. "Well this just got a lot more awkward." I state. He nods in agreement opening the door. "What room do you want?" "Whatever one is closest to the bathroom please kind sir." "Your wish is my command King Thomas" Herc says with a joking wink. He sets me down on the bed and sits down at the end. "Soooo. Why were you laying there on the ground?" He asks. Oh of course he asks that question. I sigh before replying "When I was younger about 6 years old I was climbing a tree with my brother and I fell out and well in summary I competently destroyed my leg and it never healed properly". "Wow that sucks man. So you took the stairs and your leg gave you a hard time. So you lay on the ground." I nod. "Can I meet your brother?" He asks oblivious to what he was asking. "Go kill yourself." I reply blankly. "What??! Thomas that was the most random and cruel thing you could ever say to anyone. Why?!" "My brother is dead" I say trying to hold back the tears. "Oh I'm sorry man. But if he were anything like you he would have been amazing." "He was French" I state randomly after sitting in silence for about 5 minuets. "Oh French cool. I'm originally from Ireland." I opened up to him and we talked late into the night. For the first time after my brothers death I didn't feel alone.