#tk01

Rob loved studying on Saturday mornings. While most classmates may be sleeping off hangovers, they loved the peace and quiet of a near empty library, able to really focus and actually get work done. There was no exception to that morning, settled in with a large text in front of them and their notebook open, a laptop slid in front of them, Rob scrawling through notes when they heard the footsteps of another person. They were easy to pick out, considering the utter quiet that otherwise descended around the place, Rob glancing up to see who it was absentmindedly, though they quickly did a double take when they realized who it was. 

“TK?” they said before they could stop themselves, surprise overriding what would’ve been the better instinct to not catch his attention, their friendship having grown strained with the drama between their families. Family, Rob supposed. Surely the male walking by wasn’t just some apparition of guilt, some ghost of Christmas past reminding Rob of the bomb they had dropped on their father. “What are you doing here?” they stuttered out, the silence stretching between the pair for a beat too long.