Landon, who was watching Kaelyn, saw her pick up the photo, smooth out the creases, and tuck it into the corner of the framed soccer picture. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t need to. He lifted an eyebrow when she sat a good distance away from him on her bed and asked him about the psych work instead of asking for help with her clothes.

It was so bizarre seeing Kaelyn like this. She was always calm and collected, but the air she had about her right now was on a completely different level.

“Well you’re extremely lucky that we weren’t assigned any big projects,” Landon said, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to remember the last three weeks. “I actually don’t think you’ll have too much trouble catching up, considering it could be so much worse. The professors pretty chill too, he’d probably tell you all the assignments you need to make up.”

He crossed his arms, still thinking, and nodded in conclusion. “That’s really it,” he finished. “You go off easy. But I can’t say the same about your other classes? Aren’t you studying law? Yeah, have fun with that.”

He chuckled slightly and stood up. “But seriously, I can give you some help if you need it… And speaking of help, why don’t we get a start on your clothes?”