"Well, it's just Tristan anyway, working there. And I think he's harder, but of course I would. Is he really? Dunno. I've been sort of a crap kid the last couple years, anyway. We don't really talk much." Alex tucked a wave of hair off his face. "We're trying to get better at it, though..."
He wasn't sure they were having much luck... Maybe these three weeks would help. Who knew?
"I don't want to do it forever," he admitted. "But I don't know what I do want to do. There's so much stuff out there. So I figure, learn everything I can, and something will turn up, right? And if nothing else, then I'll work for my dad. Or... somebody." He shrugged, glancing over at her again, and then at the folder she carried.
Wish there was a way to send post without post... He frowned, then sighed, thinking absently as he walked. Notes without sending notes...