Leo smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and stayed there. "Definitely."

For the next hour, they didn't study. They talked about the weirdly specific joy of finding the perfect thrift store jacket and why the third track on an album is always the best one. When the librarian finally flicked the lights to signal closing, the walk to the bus stop felt shorter than usual.

"I think you dropped this," Sam whispered, though Leo knew his bag was zipped shut.