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Mark is late.

That in itself is not surprising, nor, in truth, unusual, but Eduardo has no where he needs to be or want to be, at least for now, and so he can afford to wait. He checks his watch: Mark is now forty-three minutes late, not a record, not by a long shot.

Eduardo sighs and tortures the IFIN book in his hands. He really need to read, but it is difficult in this dark hallway.

"Waaardo!"

Eduardo looks up and finds Dustin skipping towards him. Eduardo laughs and gets off the cold linoleum floor, and answers in kind, "Dustin! What's with-"

"Mark got another care package," Dustin practically crows as he unlocks his dorm door. The door across the hall swings and Chris pokes his head out and asks excitedly, "He got another one?"

"YUP," Dustin says with unbridled glee as he dumps his bag and lime green puffy jacket on his bed, or what must be his bed once the books, dvds, a Nintendo GameCube, and what looks like a load of slightly greyish whites are removed. Chris follows Eduardo into the room, giving Eduardo a hearty slap on the back, and then flops onto the beanbag, the bread and butter of dorm decor.

Eduardo drops his bag, book, and then himself onto Mark's bed. Mark had the best bed, though not when they first met. Then, during the first few months of the academic year, Mark had slept on cheap flannel sheets that never really stayed on the cheap nylon mattress or even directly on the cheap plastic mattress. But all that changed when Mark's sister, Randi, had come for a visit and brought with her a thick memory foam mattress pad, three sets of sateen cotton sheets, and a duvet and pillows of goose down. She even made his bed because she knew, quite rightly, if she had left it to her little brother, it would just stayed in their original packaging out of sheer inertia.

It is like sleeping on a cloud, a beautiful cloud of Hungarian goose down, Egyptian cotton, and NASA funded technology. Not that Mark slept any more than he had before, but Eduardo's (and, sometimes, Dustin's) naps have gotten immeasurably better.

"So what about this care package?" asks Eduardo, propping himself on his elbows to look at Dustin and Chris, but the question goes unanswered as Mark walks into the room. He is immediately ambushed and the giant yellow and red package is tore out of this hands.

Eduardo laughs at Mark's confused face and watches in amazement as Dustin tries to rip open the taped box with his bare hands. Mark mumbles something at Eduardo-not an apology, never an apology-and then sits down in front of his computer.

"Holy shit," Dustin says in awe as he pulls out a giant round cardboard box. "What is this? It weighs a ton."

Chris lets out a high pitched squeal of delight as he pulls an equally large cookie tin. Mark is pretending to ignore everyone, but he hasn't pulled on his headphones. Eduardo throws a pillow at Mark's head, "Asshole. I waited for you, for like, almost an hour."

Mark shrugs, like the asshole he is, but then Chris makes a truly disturbing noise of orgasmic pleasure as he hugs a glass bottle of "Is that truffle oil?" asks Eduardo, incredulously.

"White truffle oil," says Chris breathlessly.

"And champagne," Dustin adds, "Is that even legal?"

"Who cares," Chris says, almost cooing. "Mark, I take back ever bad thing I've ever said about you. I love you; you are the best."

Eduardo sits up, but Chris is actually talking to the oil. Eduardo shakes his head and gets up to inspect the contraband taking over Dustin's desk and bed. He picks up the cookie tin and Mark is suddenly next to him.

"Eat everything, but the pretzels, they are shit," Mark says as he picks out a chocolate drizzled cookie and stuffs it in his mouth. He continues, mouth full, "So is the fruitcake-"