"Messier how?" I asked again.
He opened his mouth, and then the librarian at the front desk cleared her throat loud enough to carry, tapping her watch at the two of us like we were the only ones in the building who hadn't noticed the lights dimming for closing.
"We should go," he said instead.
"Rhys."
"It's a long story. I'll tell you some other time." He was already packing up his laptop, not looking at me, and I recognized the move because I did it myself about four times a session. "It's not …. It's not a big deal. Just annoying."
"Okay. Alright,jeez…” I said
He gave me a look like he wanted to say more, and then he didn't, and we walked out of the library into the cold without talking about it, which somehow made it worse than if we'd just kept arguing.
I told myself I'd forget
