"Well I'm real glad you missed the ebola crisis," Isaiah told him, sliding further down into his chair in attempt to get comfortable. "I spent most of the last year convinced I was going to fail all my classes. Didn't, thankfully."
"Really?" he asked, confused but maybe a bit pleased that his brother wasn't going to another far-flung corner of the world in a week. "How come? If you don't mind me asking."