Liam sat in his chair with his chin resting on his hand and his eyes at about half mast.
The lecturer at the front of the room was saying something. Words were coming out of his mouth in a continuous stream and landing somewhere in the general direction of Liam's ears and doing absolutely nothing after that. The whiteboard had writing on it. Liam was aware of this fact without being able to tell anyone what the writing said.
Kelvin leaned over from the seat beside him. "Bro."
Liam didn't move.
"Bro."
"I hear you."
"You're looking dead just like yesterday you bastard."
"I'm aware."
Kelvin studied him for a moment.
Then his expression changed, the particular shift it made when he thought he had figured something out. "Wait." He leaned closer. "Don't tell me. Your childhood friend. Clara. You didn't. Also all night?."
"No. No, no, no, no "
Kelvin leaned back slightly. "Then why do you look like that? You looked like this yesterday after Miss Kelly?"
