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It's been a strange thing, classes starting back up again. Granted, Eduardo took classes last term, too, but he'd only just arrived then, was too stuck on the fact of never getting to graduate from Harvard to care as much as he maybe should have about courses that would never count for anything in the long run. That was a long time ago, though - nearly nine months, if he counts right and if having just reached the six month mark with Olive is anything to go by - and he means to do it differently now. He might as well, without anything else to do. He'd just forgotten what it was like to be so busy; between his own schedule and his girlfriend's, there's suddenly a lot less spare time, and that takes a little adjusting to.
Being busier these days than he's used to having been in a long while is a good thing, though. He's always preferred that to having nothing or little to do at all, and that, in turn, makes him considerably more able to enjoy what free time he has. Now, with a clear afternoon, he's gone out to the beach for a while, intending to get some reading done (a few issues of Forbes from completely different times, which he suspects Olive would make fun of him for, but can't bring himself to be bothered). Instead, upon catching sight of Chris not far off, he grins, raising one hand in a wave. "Hey, man," he calls, chin lifting slightly. "How's it going?"
Being busier these days than he's used to having been in a long while is a good thing, though. He's always preferred that to having nothing or little to do at all, and that, in turn, makes him considerably more able to enjoy what free time he has. Now, with a clear afternoon, he's gone out to the beach for a while, intending to get some reading done (a few issues of Forbes from completely different times, which he suspects Olive would make fun of him for, but can't bring himself to be bothered). Instead, upon catching sight of Chris not far off, he grins, raising one hand in a wave. "Hey, man," he calls, chin lifting slightly. "How's it going?"