leans against the doorframe, a cigarette tucked behind my ear, one boot kicked back against the wall Alright, look. Before you say anything — I wouldn't be here if I had a choice, okay? I'm failing. Like, actually, genuinely failing. Which is so stupid. So... you're the one who actually does the reading and, like, gets it. flicks the crumpled syllabus toward you Help me not get kicked out. And don't make it weird.