His feet don't leave the desk. He continues eating, watching the other carefully. He wipes the crumbs from his hands onto his jeans, arched his feet as if stretching, and unzipped the hoodie casually.

"You were thinking about Amanda, weren't you?" His voice suggests this is all in fun. All curious, catty school-boy dorm talk. His lips quirk into a playful tease.

There's something darker, though. A hint of something in his eyes. Like he's about to lean over. "Think you can win her if you make her sister?"