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[k_ent]

I never wanted the hols to go on forever so badly in my life.

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[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

You're not the only one, mate. (And before you say a thing about your family, they were entirely lovely. Your mum's fantastic. Guess that's a genetic thing, hmm?)

Have you talked to Corner at all yet? Or Goldstein?

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

Seriously, at one point I was convinced I'd have to chuck a bucket of water over Becky to get her off you, the bloody little tart. I can't believe some of the things she was wearing! And I reckon mum fancies you. Guess that's genetic too.

I sort of talked to Michael. He seems a bit odd all right. Should be back soon, though, hopefully.

Worried about Anthony, though. I mean, they were always, well, you know. And I used to hate it, but now I sort of feel sorry for him. Do you reckon we should keep him company, or something? Or would he tell me us to bugger off?

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

To be brutally honest (as only a true friend can), I was distracted more by your body covered in clothing than Becky's and her lack of. (The fancying is? Well, your mum's classic.)

Good. It's too quiet around here. (Not that I mind. You We only have to worry about waking up Goldstein at night. Until he gets back, of course.)

I could talk to him, if you're not comforta want.

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

Yeah, yeah, flatterer. (A classic nutcase, you mean.)

But that sort of makes it worse, really. Knowing he's the only one who could possibly be listening. Sort of personal, or something.

Well, I don't really know what to say to him. I mean, it's Anthony. He's so -- you know. Fucking perfect Anthony.

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

It's the truth, flattery or no. (Eccentrics tend to be the geniuses. Not that your mum's daft or anything. ... I'd better stop before I dig myself into an even bigger hole.)

That's true. I haven't even seen him around the dorms lately, actually. Has he come back to school?

It's just Goldstein. Nothing... well, special. Not to be rude.

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

Yes she is, she's daft as a coffee table. Except for liking you, which I can understand.

You mean Anthony? Yeah. (I think)

Well, maybe not to you, but he's bloody annoyingly better than me at everything and it's--

annoying. Drat.

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

She's not daft. Well, my dad's sort of nutters, so I can sympathize.

Okay.

Um. I might have to point out. You're better at a lot of things. (Things that I haven't done with him, by the way.) But yeah. You're bloody fantastic. And he's. Anthony.

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

What do you mean, things you haven't done with h

oh. Right.

Hang on. How would you know, then?

Not that I'm suggesting that you should.
Except that it might cheer him up.
That was a joke, by the way.
Bugger.

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

Well, I don't know.

You know when you get a gut feeling about something and there's no way that anyone can change your mind?

Yeah. That's it.

(No. Don't think it would.
And. Got that it was a joke. Which it was.)

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

Yeah.

Hey. We should do something. I don't know what, but something. Just us two. Except you're probably sick to death of being stuck with me by now.

Only with everything going on it's sort of hectic around here and I just want to relax. With you.

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

Anything. You name it. I'd never be sick of you.

Relaxing sounds like a marvelous idea at this point.