While they'd agreed to both give each other some privacy during evenings like this, he'd inevitably caught flashes of her night— the bright burst of her laughter, a rush of pride when she'd solved a particularly difficult practice question, her frustration when she'd missed another. Then, things had grown a bit hazy, and it was with genuine surprise that he found himself no longer alone in their apartment.

She wobbled towards him, clearly drunk, and his lips curved into a faint smirk as he set his dusty book aside.

Brow arched, he reached out to gently pluck the coaster from her fingers. "This isn't because you need me to pay for the nachos?" He asked, his tone faintly teasing.