The cafeteria is not the place for hugs so Camillo gives him a sympathetic punch to the shoulder.

He seems grateful for that.

“We should, like, camp out in the library and make a list later.”

"Yeah, we should -- oh, hey, I changed the timeline, I'm probably not grounded anymore, you can come over to my place after school!"

“Oh, nice — yeah, I don’t remember you being grounded. What’d you do?”

"Punched a guy."

“—what, you? Like — I know you want to, like, all the time, but…”

"He felt it was important to express that getting a blowjob from you didn't impact his orientation. I didn't appreciate his language."

“…shit, you punched a guy for me?”

"Yeah, dude, duh. I mean also for honor and stuff but, like, I was pissed that he was watching porn on his phone while you gave him a blowjob. Some people have no taste."

“…that is pretty hot, though. But, like, in a sad way.”

"You're not wrong. Just, like, come on."

“…well. You’re great, is the point.”

He shuts the book, reopens it, fiddles with the corner of the page.

"Anything go through?"

“…nah — cancer’s pending, depression just turned into a quote…”

"Damn it -- what if we just do, like, breast cancer..."

“—sure, hold on…”

breast cancer, leukemia/lymphoma

“—wait—fuck, what if this makes cancer contagious.”

"Oh shit -- can you cross it out while it's still pending--"

“Gonna try!”

Frantic scribbling, shut and open.

“…okay. All gone.I left HIV.”

“…which is at two percent!”

"Okay that's good!!!!"

“Maybe we should, like…do some cafeteria experiments or something before we try to fix the big stuff.”

"I guess."

“Contagious cancer.”