Colin: -pulls out a Kleenex and starts dabbing the back of his head the Kleenex slowly turning blood red-
*Gets out of my truck, letting Gerard hop out the door after me. He looks up and barks at a butterfly*
*Goes inside my house, my dog right up on my heels and stomps up the stairs with a large box labeled 'books and Ger's stuff'*
*Gerard leaps onto my bed and watches me unpack. Stacking books onto the shelves built into the walls and the windowsills. He yips when I stick his big, fluffy bed on top of the rug next to my bed*