Chapter 7
Brian was now watching the heap of his borrowed jeans on the floor instead of Stephen. “I could go. Or I could, um, stay? If you want? I’ll just text Carrie, she’s my roommate, to tell her I, um, won’t be home?”
“Yes,” Stephen said. “Yes. And—I don’t know, you may not want to, but—if you’re here at all tomorrow, if you’d like—you said you like history and you actually listened earlier when I was talking and no one’ll care if you turn up and sit in the back of the room for a session—assuming you’d even be interested, of course—”
Brian stopped communing with bedazzled denim and swung around to stare at him. “You want me to come listen to you give your paper?”
“Only if you’d like—”