He was back home on break, and he still was not certain how he felt about that. Robert was still Robert-ing everything up with his need to have everything done yesterday, and Roger was still letting Rodercik copy his notes. But, they had gone three different paths. Three different paths that demanded some thought toward ‘what next’.

Thus far, his answer was ‘later’.

Trust Darius to drag him into the here and now. At first he straightened up his slouching posture and looked up to meet him in the eye, ignoring the crick in his neck. Then he... smelled something. Something wrong.

“I think Mother wanted me to – uh, uhh,” his gaze dropped down when directed to the drawing, only to see the quarry in its full gory. Er, glory.

He wished he were surprised.

“A little heavy on the red.”