"Uhhh, I don't know how long I was gone." He answered frowning into space as he tried to count up how many days it had been. "Is it today?" Kipp cleared his throat shrugging, trying to come up with something on the spot, and successfully failing. "I'll get back to you then, unless you'd like to help me murder Fred." He scowled over at the counter where Fred and Colby had snuck off to. "Murder's the perfect thing to bond over." He muttered, mostly to himself.“Great idea,” Cam said. “Wait. When is Friday? Hasn’t Friday already happened?” How many days have passed again? Six?
That’s the most of Charlie I’ve ever seen, thought Cam. He was usually almost invisible hiding in his sweatshirt, or all the way invisible. Maybe he’s getting over his insecurities.