"He's not going to let anyone test him. Though, he probably has half of the supplies to go it himself in his room," Erica suggested, not exactly helpfully. She shut her door when Brian was in, turning the latch for the lock. It wouldn't be worth it to have any friends stopping in unexpectedly when she had a meltdown to deal with for the time being.

She moved over to her bed, sitting down on the edge, and patting the mattress beside, offering to let him join her. He might calm down faster if he took a seat instead of pacing a track in her floor. She even scooted to make more room, giving him his space. "Just had laundry done yesterday, blankets and sheets are all totally clean," she added. "Sit, breathe deep."