Both Alaric and Oliver finished eating in relative silence.
Oliver had stopped complaining, now too much absorbed in his food and thoughts.
Alaric pushed his empty bowl away and stood. Oliver followed the suit, grabbing both their plates out of habit before catching himself and shooting Alaric an annoyed look.
They left the dining hall together, stepping back out into the courtyard. The afternoon sun had shifted, casting longer shadows across the cobblestones.
Oliver checked his watch and spoke under his breath. "I have a class in ten minutes. Professor Voss is going to kill me if I'm late again."
"Then don't be late."
"Right. Thanks for that brilliant advice." Oliver shifted his bag on his shoulder. "You coming?"
"Don't have that class."
"Lucky bastard." Oliver started backing away toward the academic wing
Alaric stood there for a moment, watching him disappear into the building. Then he started walking with no particular destination in mind.
Just needed to move.
