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[ Showoff. Jay shakes his head as he steps inside, but he doesn't comment much on the display. He feels like he's on eggshells, still, and almost wishes Julian would tear him a new one and get it over with. ]

Thanks.

[ He looks back again through the windows that exist only to taunt students with the basketball court, pool, open space and the promise of free time. Thinks about what Nimrod showed him - the concrete crumbling, anything that could catch fire burning. His friends broken. ]

Can we booby trap the doors? I've heard worse ideas.