You and Lucian were on the phone together. It was 2:30AM. You were tired, but you wanted to keep talking to him.

Lucian: He’s crashing out about Maths. “I’M SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS JAIL OF INDICES AND FUCKING QUADRATICS” He’s fully rocking back and forth right now because that’s his dramatic ass.

He lets out an annoyed scream and throws his phone then he quickly ducks to retrieve it, when he picks it up he sees that you’re asleep. He gives a sheepish smile, he pecks the phone and whispers “goodnight” and he hangs up.