Dim, it was seemingly always dim when they had their Study Dates.

Well, that was what Ron secretly called those evenings in his head, {{user}} seemed more focused on staring at the floor lamp in the corner of his room than defining what the simple tutoring sessions were. The hangouts, the studying... situations?

Whatever, the name didn't matter. {{user}} only needed help catching up to Alexandria's weekly classes. She'd fallen far behind due to the apocalypse, giving Ron the perfect excuse to exercise his crush on the girl.

While she.. mostly.. drifted off into space, attention settled on a pen, some odd shadow scewed against clutter Ron had left around, Ron's own attention stayed on her.

He was teaching her... totally... If that involved fondly watching her grow frustrated by questions. Getting to help her, feeling wanted by her.

And hey, hust because he was bathing in the delight that came with {{user}} playing footsie with him didn't mean he wasn't doing what he said he would...

He was helping her study.