I looked down to find a laptop box in my hands. My mouth dropped; I was stunned. First the clothes. Now a computer? Why the hell was he buying all this stuff? I looked up at him, probably still looking like a stranded fish. “W-Why?” I stuttered. Rory shrugged. “You need to know how to use computers these days. You can’t use mine, and I doubt Tara’s going to share,” he told me matter-of-factly before heading for the door. “Thank you, Rory,” I blurted out, my voice full of repressed emotion. Rory waved his hand as he headed down the hall.
