❝ you know — when you invited me over to study , i didn’t think we’d be doing this much . . . studying . ❞ not that he’s actually doing any studying . he called time on that about twenty minutes ago , right around when his eyes started to glaze over and the words printed in his textbook all began to run into one another . now it was a case of her studying diligently , her head bowed over a notebook , and mickey playing catch with a globe - shaped pencil sharpener he’d swiped from her desk .
there’s something so incredibly . . . mundane about the whole thing — just two college kids in a dorm room . lately he’s finding these moments to be fewer and farther between , the majority of his time spent playing a role . outside , every move has to be calculated , every part of the plan followed to the letter . in here , it’s simpler . it may not be authentic ( not entirely — it never will be so long as he’s lying to her ) but maybe that’s what makes it so easy .
setting the sharpener back down where he found it , he rises to his feet , one hand already outstretched for her to take . how’s she going to say no to pizza ? ❝ c’mon , at least take a break . sondheim will still be here when you get back . ❞ / @survivur