Chapter 11Roy
They were nearly back to campus when Cato said, “Wait, aren’t we going home? My house, I mean?”
“We both have class in the morning. I know you don’t usually attend yours—”
“No. I mean, true, I don’t, but what about our stuff?”
“In the trunk.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Roy winced at how disappointed Cato sounded, but he didn’t want to impose further on his fellow RAs. He had a job.
“You can come study in my room and eat pie,” he offered.
“Okay.” After a moment, Cato added, “You were going to check my work.”
“I did.”
“It was right? No way!”
“I corrected the mistakes.”
“Oh, God, Roy!”
They were in the parking lot now, so Roy risked glancing at Cato. He had a hand over his mouth and looked ready to cry.
“It was fine. Eighty percent right. Don’t be upset.”
“What? I don’t care abo
