Micah and Darcy walked slowly through the campus, talking about the banquet that evening, though neither of them sounded particularly enthusiastic.
"Go rest a bit. I'll head to the library," Darcy said, tugging his backpack strap higher on his shoulder. He stopped walking, already turning to leave.
Micah grabbed his wrist. "Wait! I changed my mind. Let's go to my place," he said, quickly.
"Your place? Like… your home?"
"No, no." Micah waved a hand. "I've got an apartment near campus. I'm moving out of the dorm once the six-month mandatory dorm thing ends."
Darcy's heart gave a sudden, unwelcome jolt. He wasn't sure if it was from nerves or something more dangerous.
