Prompt #2

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               Prompt: Thevan and Adam studying


               "Thevan? Are you paying attention?"

               Thevan looked away from the window. "Nope."

               Adam Constance wore his usual patient expression. "I knew sitting next to a window was a bad idea."

               "But it's so nice out," Thevan groaned. "Come on, Adam. Let's do this outside. I spent all day in the academic building. I need fresh air."

               "You're like a dog," Adam said, but began gathering their things.

               Thevan helped him and the two went outside, finding a quiet, shaded area to sit. Thevan stretched, tipping his head up at the breeze that was blowing by.

               "Thevan," Adam said, his voice warning. "You have a test at the end of the week. You need to focus."

               "Always so serious," Thevan said, but sat down.

               He tried to focus on Adam explaining the work to him, he really did. But the breeze had picked up again, and it blew Adam's hair across his forehead. Thevan had the urge to reach out and brush it away.

               He didn't, of course. He wasn't that foolish.

               But the wind had ruffled Adam's hair. Thevan was so used to seeing him carefully put together. It was nice to see the change.

               "Thevan." Adam's patient expression betrayed the hint of a scowl. "You're wasting both of our time if you're not going to pay attention."

               Thevan leaned back. "I haven't understood anything you've said to me in the past half hour we've been together."

               Adam frowned. "You haven't?"

               "No. I don't understand the..." Thevan gestured uselessly to his textbook. "Whatever the hell the theory is that this unit is on."

               Adam's frown deepened. "Well why didn't you just say something? I would've backtracked and gone over it in depth with you."

               "I was hoping I'd pick it up along the way," Thevan said with a shrug. In truth, he just didn't want Adam to think he was stupid. Fat chance of that.

               "You need to tell me when you don't understand something," Adam said, flipping back to the beginning of the chapter in the textbook. "I'm here to help, but I can't do that if I don't know what you don't know."

               "Just assume I don't know anything," Thevan said.

               Adam looked up from the textbook. "What else don't you understand? You did fine on the last test."

               "Pat yourself on the back for it," Thevan said. "Look, I don't understand this unit. It's boring as hell, too. I'd rather be doing anything else. Seriously, anything else." Preferably Adam.

               Oh, no, that was a little far. A lot far. Shit. Thevan wished he could stop being so damn thirsty for a few minutes, at least.

               Adam sat thinking for a long minute. Thevan pretended to be casually watching him, but his eyes traced Adam's sharp features, the little crease of focus on his forehead, the hair tickling across his forehead as the wind picked up again.

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