[It's now apparent to Dirk that he's definitely walked in on something he wasn't supposed to. He can't figure out why Professor Donoghue is here, or why he was laying so close to his uncle, but... Suddenly this is awkward. He hadn't expected Bro to have someone else here, and in turn he hadn't expected Bro to react to his presence like this.
He stops moving on the foot of the bed where he is and just sits there, trying to come up with an excuse. He can't find one adequate, other than the reason he's actually there. He's only marginally worried that either of them would give him detention for being out past curfew. What he's expecting is to be sent back to the dorm because of this new dynamic. Bro probably wouldn't want Professor Donoghue to know his nephew is such a baby. That's like secondhand embarrassment or something.]
I couldn't sleep. I didn't... I don't... want to be alone. [He swallows, his addendum spewing out quickly.] But it's no big deal. I can go. I'm sorry I didn't know...
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He stops moving on the foot of the bed where he is and just sits there, trying to come up with an excuse. He can't find one adequate, other than the reason he's actually there. He's only marginally worried that either of them would give him detention for being out past curfew. What he's expecting is to be sent back to the dorm because of this new dynamic. Bro probably wouldn't want Professor Donoghue to know his nephew is such a baby. That's like secondhand embarrassment or something.]
I couldn't sleep. I didn't... I don't... want to be alone. [He swallows, his addendum spewing out quickly.] But it's no big deal. I can go. I'm sorry I didn't know...