“Hey, pretty bird.”
“Uh, I hate when you call me that.”
“Well, stop being so pretty then.”
“Ha.”
Raven dropped his bags and sat next to Monica, resting his head on her shoulder.
“So what did you want to tell me?”
“Okay, so, actually how are —?”
“I’m very good, thank you. Now, spill it.”
“Ugh... Fine. I’m gay.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I’ve known for a while now.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I ... Listen, I do love you. Very much.”
“I know. And I love you too. Just clearly in a different way.”
“... Yeah.”
“And I appreciate you telling me.”
“Always.”
“...So, did you finish the reading for this afternoon’s seminar?”
“Y—yeah, yeah. I finished it last night.”
“Good. Because I am copying your notes. Trish will kill me otherwise.”
“Why didn’t you just do it?”
“Ugh, I got distracted by the new Scream trailer dropping.”
“Oooh. How was it?”
“Meh, so so. But didn’t show much. Kevin Williamson is back as writer. And, you’ll like this. I heard a Lillard.”
“Oh my God, he said he’d be right back.” Raven giggled, doing the Stu Macher spooky fingers.
“Ha, dork.”
“Ha ha. Fine. For such a good reason, you can borrow my notes.”
“Thanks, Pretty Bird.”
Raven elbowed her playfully.
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