_Nathan’s POV_
The morning after we told them felt strangely ordinary at first.
Campus was the same. Same paths, same lecture boards, same line at the coffee stand outside the social sciences building. What had changed was the weight in my phone and the knowledge that when Theo looked at me now, he wasn’t guessing anymore.
He was waiting outside the building when I got there, two coffees in hand.
“You look like you expected me not to show up,” he said, holding one out.
“I considered the possibility.”
“I’ve been annoyed with you for less.” He started walking, so I matched his pace. “You sleep?”
“Some.”
“Some is better than none.” He glanced sideways. “Kane texted me this morning.”
That caught me. “About what?”
“About not making a production of anything in public. About patterns. A
