he’s taken to doing his homework lately at nino’s. that is, when he’s not working & frantically trying to PARSE latin sentences & CONJUGATE latin verbs in between oil changes, & engine checkups. it’s better doing it at nino’s where there’s ( occasionally ) a slice of ‘ oops we made an order & it wasn’t collected ! ’ cheese pizza available for him at blue’s behest, than at boyd’s, with only his thoughts to occupy him, & the candy bar given to him yesterday to snack on. at least at nino’s, there’s NOISE -------- something to keep him from falling asleep ( he’s so tired, so damn tired all the time ! ). now, adam finds himself stuck on a sentence, a crease forming in the space between his dust-colored brows as he concentrates. he mouths the words as he reads them, wishing he was as good at this as ronan was, as gansey was . . . it’s only after a few moments that he feels the rumble in his throat, & realizes he’s been speaking aloud. adam starts, a SWEET-PEA FLUSH coloring his cheeks. ❛ sorry, ❜ he says to the table closest, just in case they’d heard him ( WHILST YOU APOLOGIZED FOR BEING ALIVE / FUCK YOU, GANSEY ). a gesture towards the books. ❛ ------- homework, you know. ❜