"Just for a minute. Sorry, figured that would just be me."

“Is that why—”

He stops.

“…I live here now,” he says, slowly.

"...yeah, dude, that's how it works, we both live in the new timeline."

“No, like — I moved out, like, last year. I live on campus.”

"--oh. Huh. ... how are the gloryholes?"

“Full of dicks. Dream come true.”

"...and the girls' gloryholes?" he has to ask.

“How would I even know?”

"I dunno, dude, I'm not the only person you ever talk to."

“I guess I know that girls fuck in them.”

"Fair enough, I guess."

“…also there’s a staff one.”

"You're fucking with me."

"Nope. It's real. Pretty sure they don't let students back there, though."

"I can change that!!!"

“You are gonna spend so much time playing guess-the-dick.”

"God I hope so."

He elbows him and grins, just as the bell goes off for the end of lunch.

"Aw, man. I have art."

"I don't get your problem with art."

To the hallway!

"No one will tell me if I got it right or not!"

"...it's art. It's subjective. Or, like, pass/fail."

"Which means for all I know I could be getting a C!"

"Oh no. Horrifying."

And here's his art classroom!

...Camillo can make one tiny small edit to the handbook. Just a little one. Shouldn't even put him to sleep.

In accordance with state law, a parent may remove his or her child from any part of the sophomore nude drawing curriculum without academic, disciplinary, or other penalties.