Hanging out with Frank is a little like torture sometimes. He’s sort of had a crush on him since he had to cover one of his classes and found a small army of Star Wars figurines acting out the battle of Little Round Top on the bookcase at the back of his classroom. Gerard hadn’t known it was Little Round Top, of course; but that had been the first thing Frank had said when he walked back into the classroom, juggling a coffee carrier and a messenger bag. “Little Round Top,” Frank had mumbled around the keychain clutched in his teeth. Once he’d spit it out onto his desk, he continued, “Boba Fett is Joshua Chamberlain. Oh, here. I brought you coffee. Thanks for covering, dude.” The coffee had really been the tipping point, but Gerard had pretty much already been a goner.
