Twenty-six

"These are what I have written for this day," said Troye as he placed his notebooks into the table. They're now in the living room with Ethan sitting on the carpet.

"Right. The one that you wrote last day, I still haven't read it," said Ethan. He was spacing out from time to time. It's like Chad's presence has disturbed him.

Troye sat down beside him. "It's alright. We can read it right now, together."

"Yeah, let's do that."

Ethan started flipping the pages into the notebook. He admits that it was hard catching up on lessons the fact that he never attended the class. He scratched his forehead. "I think I can follow right here."

Troye sat up straight, putting his arms on the couch as if his arms were on Ethan's shoulders.

Ethan started writing down numbers, formulas, and theories. The more Troye gets confused, the more he's getting closer to Ethan. "I don't understand this part."

"Yeah, maybe if you back off a little, then I can concen