Bod had spent most of his time since Monday quietly. It hadn't been hard to tell he was being avoided even when they were putting up the illusion that everything was fine between them.
He talked when spoken to and did little else. Even now, he was a little tense but still curious about the yearbook itself. He hadn't even seen one before. Any other day, he might have asked a predictable question but today, he didn't.
Kate flipped past a few pages, content to be quiet. Looking at pictures and defacing some of them was a good way to pass the time as far as she was concerned. Made it easier to pretend.
She drew glasses on someone who didn't have them.
Marshall was the one to break the silence next. "I, uh, had lunch at the gay table today," he shared a little uncertainly, as he carefully lowered himself to sit down on the bed.
That thought was pushed aside quickly enough when he saw what kate was doing, though. "Don't draw in there."
Kate wasn't listening. "Look!" she exclaimed with a snicker, tapping someone's picture with her index finger. "This guy's a freshman and he has a full mustache! Did he eat too much hormone chicken?"
Poor Bod didn't really know what the gay table was or what hormone chicken was but he did pick up on Marshall's tone. He looked up and away from yearbook, towards her brother.
Of course, it didn't seem like his place to ask anything, weirdness or not but Marshall had Bod's attention, at least.
And it was probably good that he had at least someone's attention, because Kate's was kind of flaky.
Still, Marshall answered her question. "That's Bill Fasano, he's actually twenty."
But Kate's attention was already elsewhere. "So you ate at the gayble?" she asked incredulously, drawing an even bigger mustache on Bill Fasano's face. Then, wanting to at least give the impression of including Bod in the conversation, she added to him, "There's this table in the cafeteria at my old school where all the gay kids sit at. And now, apparently, my brother too."
She glanced at the aforementioned brother, then shook her head and looked down at the yearbook again. "Man, that is so not your style..."
Marshall pursed his lips and looked unsure. "I don't know if it is or it isn't."
"It isn't," Kate replied, decisively. She thought she knew.
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He talked when spoken to and did little else. Even now, he was a little tense but still curious about the yearbook itself. He hadn't even seen one before. Any other day, he might have asked a predictable question but today, he didn't.
He just watched for the moment.
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She drew glasses on someone who didn't have them.
Marshall was the one to break the silence next. "I, uh, had lunch at the gay table today," he shared a little uncertainly, as he carefully lowered himself to sit down on the bed.
That thought was pushed aside quickly enough when he saw what kate was doing, though. "Don't draw in there."
Kate wasn't listening. "Look!" she exclaimed with a snicker, tapping someone's picture with her index finger. "This guy's a freshman and he has a full mustache! Did he eat too much hormone chicken?"
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Of course, it didn't seem like his place to ask anything, weirdness or not but Marshall had Bod's attention, at least.
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Still, Marshall answered her question. "That's Bill Fasano, he's actually twenty."
But Kate's attention was already elsewhere. "So you ate at the gayble?" she asked incredulously, drawing an even bigger mustache on Bill Fasano's face. Then, wanting to at least give the impression of including Bod in the conversation, she added to him, "There's this table in the cafeteria at my old school where all the gay kids sit at. And now, apparently, my brother too."
She glanced at the aforementioned brother, then shook her head and looked down at the yearbook again. "Man, that is so not your style..."
Marshall pursed his lips and looked unsure. "I don't know if it is or it isn't."
"It isn't," Kate replied, decisively. She thought she knew.
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