"I don't know, we could ask him. He can be our test group on how oblivious you'd have to be." Istredd leans in to nuzzle at his neck and kiss there, content with how close they are. Maybe craving this level of skin contact is a small detail, but he is enjoying no layers between them.

We are definitely doing the breakfast here, I wonder if they'll let me sneak out to one more look at the library. Extremely unlikely. They are supposed to go right after it, but what if he skips some of the food to try that instead. Istredd's first true love is books. What I wouldn't give to have access to the university all the time. Wistful.