Never a bar. I don't think we were old enough. ( yep, that definitely feels familiar; late nights past those curfews that neither of them had paid much attention to after a certain point anyway, the call of junk food to balance out the hours of studying ( … or … attempting as much, as the case could have been ) that had reduced their brains to mush, the promise of each other's company more than enough to bring them back to rights.

absently, he picks up his previously forgotten cup and takes another sip from it. ) Mm. Plenty of late nights, though. I'm … pretty sure I had to drag you away from the books often enough.