Ivy smiles grimly. “So did I, but I guess I’m at too good of a school for my skills to be unusual. On the bright side, I’m entering med school next year. And don’t feel bad about not having a job, I was just wondering. I’m curious about what profession you want to pursue,” she offers him a gentle smile, and cuddles with him. 

Winter shrugs. “It is what it is. I like to think that the crap I went through makes me who I am and brings me closer to the ones that matter.” She pointedly nudges him a bit.