"Oh, you must've gotten there early to get that room." Gansey picked room 42 as a joke, too fussy to have done anything like claiming room 69 as his own.

"What color?" Gansey doesn't particularly care if it's allowed either. There's no money on campus, they can't be fined. "Oh, I wonder if that will stay. Shame to have to repaint once a month."

Iggy's coy expression makes Gansey's ears go pink. "I need to find myself an insomnia hobby here. In high school it was a scale model of the town we lived in." At uni, someone had made a joke about his surname and knitting, and Gansey promptly undertook the task of learning to make the fishermans' sweaters whose name he shares. Out of everything they've talked about thus far, he's reluctant to mention the knitting. "Company's almost always welcome."