Conner knows he shouldn't call you up. It's late, you both have assignments to do. He puts his phone down, trying to focus on studying, but that just makes everything worse. His mind keeps drifting to the breakup and the miscommunicated mess it was. He has more to say.

After a beat he smiles to himself, getting his worst idea yet. Conner drops his textbook and slips out his dorm, flying to yours. "Hey," he says, leaning against your open window with a smirk, "can I come in?"