The doorknob rattled, then Vin stuck his head in Beau’s dorm room. “Oh, good, you are here.”
Beau barely looked up from his textbook. “Don’t you ever knock?” He highlighted a section and jotted some notes in the margin. Vin flung himself dramatically into a rolling desk chair and spun it nearly across the room.
“Do you ever not let me in?”
“I’ve been considering it.” Beau checked the formula in the back of the book. “I’m studying, in case that wasn’t obvious.”
“I need a solid.”
Beau peered over the edge of his textbook. “The last time you wanted a solid, you spent a thousand bucks on a plane ticket—one, I might add, that I cain’t return. What do you want me to do now, blow you?”
The smile fell off Vin’s face so quickly that Beau almost expected to hear it rattling around on the floor
