The man waited until Steve and Sam had been asleep for a few hours before he decided to move.
He pulled himself from beneath the bed Sam was sleeping on silently, careful not to jostle the bed.
I watched him go over to the fridge, take another bottle of water, and then he left the room just as silently as he'd arrived.
I stood up from my place on Steve's bed as the door closed.
Steve rolled over with a small groan, "Where you goin' Dot?" I heard him quietly ask.
I turned and laid back down to curl back up with Steve.
I guess they'll just never know about that guy.
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We stayed there for a couple weeks, everytime Sam and Steve left, the man would come back.
After a few times of returning, he started to dig through Steve's bags.
It took him a while to get to, but eventually he found Steve's sketchbook.
He froze when he found it, staring at it for almost ten minutes.
He slowly put it back, being very careful with it.
I watched him from the countertop.
He stopped digging in Steve's stuff and moved to Sam's after he'd put it all back. He didn't dig into Steve's things again after that.
Steve and Sam never knew about his visits though.
We left not long after that.
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