Tristan glared as Taff kicked things. That was just silly. He rolled his eyes.
"Fine, fine Taff, you want to stay here? Fine. Do it. Do whatever you want. Stay here, get a job, work. Just don't sit there in two months and wish you were back in school enjoying your last year. Because I swear, Constantine, after this year you aren't going to have time to do your own thing. It's fine if you don't want to go back. You'll be stuck here, with me breathing down your neck and asking for rent money and food money. You'll be away from all your friends- cool? Fine. Get me your robes and books, I'll take them back."