Bay grins at Rob, going to lay down on his bed on his side of the room. "Naw, I've never had alcohol in my life. I was the star quarterback at my high school, so I've gotten out of the habit of drinking or doing drugs." He checks his phone, looking at the time. "It's a little past noon. I guess we should be getting something to eat. Hunger doesn't really affect me anymore, and when it does, I just eat whenever I get hungry." Bay watches him unpack his stuff and then looks down at his sad little backpack. Bay hadn't taken a lot from him. In fact, he had originally thought that the letter was a ruse and it wasn't going to be here for more than a couple days. But now, seeing everyone here, he wished he would've brought more things.