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Santo
It had been a long day - a long weekend, honestly - but a really good one, for the first time in weeks. Not just passable or fairly decent, but actively just...really fucking good from beginning to end. He and Josh had seen a movie on Friday night, and wandered around town afterwards just talking and hanging out. It had felt so damned close to completely normal that Kevin had gone for long stretches without even wondering or worrying about what the fuck was up with Keller and how much longer he was going to leave them both twisting in the wind. Or how much things would change once he finally sucked it the hell up and answered one way or the other.
And Saturday had been even better, the whole day spent in New York City, goofing around and being incredibly, ridiculously touristy. They'd barely scraped back in under curfew, and for once he'd hardly slept because he was still so buzzed from the day instead of because he was too twisted up with worry and fear. And Easter itself had pretty much just been the icing on the metaphorical cake. He and Josh had spent most of the day outside, trying out the bizarre and entertaining array of bubble wands and guns and...just about anything you could make bubbles with that his mom had sent. Including some giant rope hoop that was so big it took the pair of them to work. They'd nearly managed to get an elementary student encased in one of the enormous bubbles it made, but it popped every time, leaving assorted little kids sticky as hell and giggling.
Of course, all that fun meant that he'd hardly looked at his homework all weekend, and now he was sprawled on his bed, well after lights out, and trying to get through the last of his calculus before he could turn the lights out and crash. He was incredibly lucky that Santo pretty much never wanted to go to bed by curfew...or generally even for a few hours after it.
"Have I told you lately that you're definitely the best room-mate ever?" he asked, looking up from his book - and the last two problems, thank god - to grin at said room-mate. Yeah, he was definitely in a really good mood after the weekend.
And Saturday had been even better, the whole day spent in New York City, goofing around and being incredibly, ridiculously touristy. They'd barely scraped back in under curfew, and for once he'd hardly slept because he was still so buzzed from the day instead of because he was too twisted up with worry and fear. And Easter itself had pretty much just been the icing on the metaphorical cake. He and Josh had spent most of the day outside, trying out the bizarre and entertaining array of bubble wands and guns and...just about anything you could make bubbles with that his mom had sent. Including some giant rope hoop that was so big it took the pair of them to work. They'd nearly managed to get an elementary student encased in one of the enormous bubbles it made, but it popped every time, leaving assorted little kids sticky as hell and giggling.
Of course, all that fun meant that he'd hardly looked at his homework all weekend, and now he was sprawled on his bed, well after lights out, and trying to get through the last of his calculus before he could turn the lights out and crash. He was incredibly lucky that Santo pretty much never wanted to go to bed by curfew...or generally even for a few hours after it.
"Have I told you lately that you're definitely the best room-mate ever?" he asked, looking up from his book - and the last two problems, thank god - to grin at said room-mate. Yeah, he was definitely in a really good mood after the weekend.