“But—“ Doug cuts himself off, frowning at his math homework. “No, it can’t be C. Because… But there’s a negative. So it can’t…” he trails off, tilting his head at the paper and furrowing his eyebrows.

“Because—AH,” Doug shrieks when he realizes his mistake, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth to shut himself up. Right. They’re in a library. He can’t yell.

“No, you’re right, it’s C,” he snickers, pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head to hide his grinning, dimpled face, red from laughing as he sinks back into the cushions of his chair. “Fuck, I’m slow, sorry,” he giggles, covering his face with his hands. “Oh my God, shut up, {{user}}.”