It was becoming a bit of a drag, coming here for the third year, running and with all the lads being younger than him. The activities were still going to be good, so long as they let him move at his own pace, and at least knowing how everything happened, he could dodge the queues for the showers and such. He took his normal bed by the window, chucked his whole rucksack in the cupboard by his bed and took his mobile phone from his pocket, ear plugs in and he was away in his own world. The younger boys were chatting to Nick. Jack hadn’t noticed any change in his older brother, but David was feeling almost shy. It was odd how just one year at University, and now working here, Nick seemed much more of an adult than at home. At home, Nick always led them into trouble and got yelled at with the rest of them when they were caught. Here, it felt more like, if anyone was in trouble, Nick would be leading them out. Kind of comforting if you were maybe a bit homesick, David thought, and then looked round, furtively, in case anyone had read his mind.
