Quickly, Roland hit send on the message then turned the phone off, not wanting to risk his father being able to find them. He tucked the phone back in his pocket and dropped down from the tree. His mind was still in turmoil but he couldn't hold that against Alexi, he would have to at least help out to sort through what he managed to bring back and what they might still need. Before he got to work on sorting through the stuff he moved behind Alexi, placing his hand on his shoulder and squeezing lightly. He didn't know what to say, he couldn't explain his mood, but he wanted to reassure him that he still cared, that he was still here.

He didn't linger, instead he found the duffle bag he had brought with him and dumped the contents out on the bed. It was mostly clothes, but he had snagged a few other odds and ends, four books, his pocket knife, some cash, a deck of cards, and a small metal container. He unscrewed the lid, looking at the contents, a dozen or so small, white pills. He didn't want to get caught with those so he closed it and hit the container under a corner of the mattress. The rest of the stuff was sorted and folded, a few pairs of pants, mostly his sweatpants, t-shirts, and other basic clothing. Most of which should also fit Alexi, hopefully.

Everything was left in a neat pile on the bed while he figured out where he could put the stuff.