[Harry has been in bed for a full forty-eight hours already following the disastrous revelations of Saltburn's own gossip rag. When he realised Will wasn't going to be deterred, he'd forced himself to get up and brush his teeth, shower, and pull on clean sweatpants before crawling right back into bed.
The curtains are drawn, leaving the room in a hazy darkness that suits him just fine. Harry is just a lump under the covers of his bed.]
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The curtains are drawn, leaving the room in a hazy darkness that suits him just fine. Harry is just a lump under the covers of his bed.]
Hello, Will.