"Shit. Baby, are you still up?"
"..."
"Humphreys? Wake up, honey."
"Hmm? What time is it?"
"11:30. I—I—fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't know, baby. Why didn't you tell me?"
"What?"
"I passed by your professor on the way back here. He said you aced your defense. You've been working like hell on that for months, baby, and I wasn't there to celebrate your 4.0 with you. I'm so sorry. Was that why you were so excited a while ago? Was that your good news?"
"Oh. Yeah. It's nothing."
"It's not nothing! That's your key to getting a good recommendation for law school!"
"It's nothing."
"Why didn't you tell me? I could've delayed my Chem paper. Shit, I'm so fucking proud of you, you nerd. I ran home as soon as I found out. Congratulations, Thalia."
"Um. Thanks."
"We'll celebrate tomorrow, okay? I'll make it up to you."
"..."
"Baby? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I'm just tired."
"I'm sorry. Are you mad?"
"No. I'm just tired. Can we talk tomorrow?"
"Humphreys,—"
"Goodnight, Sar."
"Thalia. Come on. Talk to me."
"..."
"I know you're mad, but I just wanted to say that I'm so proud of you, and that I had no doubt that you'd ace your defense."
"..."
"Humphreys?"
"..."