“Hundreds of fights are ahead of us, Wesley. I’ll still want you around at the end of them.”
Wesley swiveled his chair around and scowled at Lloyd, who was blatantly reading his email. “See, this is why we would never work out. Other than RA-student relationships being forbidden and you having an aversion to breaking rules.”
“And that I’m seeing someone,” Lloyd tossed in.
“You like your sex vanilla, Callaghan?”