_{‘   seriously   foster,   your   wingman   skills   tonight   were   actually   impressive.   where   did   that   even   come   from?   ‘}

_{it’s   a   casual   question,   a   bite   of   harmless   laughter   in   her   tone   as   she   brushes   shoulders   with   her   partner   in   crime   turned   roommate   as   they   walk   down   the   dimly   lit   hallway.   it’s   the   same   hallway   they’ve   walked   down   at   least   one   hundred   times   before,   ever   since   they   signed   the   lease   and,   as   noah   himself   had   likely   said   at   some   point,   continued   the   legacy   of   bi-curious   and   the   virgin   post   high-school   —   and   it   felt   natural.   going   out,   doing   stupid   things   that   normal   college   kids   should,   without   having   to   worry   about   murder   every   time   they   stepped   outside.   IT   WAS   NICE,   she   realized   as   they   finally   stood   before   their   apartment   door.   she   has   her   hand   held   out   in   an   expecting   fashion   in   his   direction,   eyebrows   raised   gently   at   him.}

_{‘   —   okay,   okay,   as   interesting   as   this   night   has   been,   i’m   ready   to   pass   out   —-   where’s   the   keys?   ‘          //        for   @histruth}   !