[Terrible cheerleader, yes. That would be him, him in his plaid sitting on the floor like he doesn't have a bed or a chair or anything else (he does). Him watching her carefully and ignoring when the dog goes back to sniffing him. His hair. His head.

It's a little bit like watching monkeys in a zoo. If April guessed Will might often wake up with a dog snorting about his face and not push him away but pull him up, thus not breaking the habit? She might be right.]

You know that ceremony we had, up here? [He's not leaning forward. The dog is just rooting around so that he nudges Will every now and then.] Told me if I shaved and started doing injections in my eyebrows, I could be a model.

[That face, the way his eyebrows lift—what do you think? This guy getting his hair all messed up by a dog and not even caring.

Is this why he's on the floor.]