Caleb laughs a little. "No, I just mean, like... If you're gonna argue against it, then, yeah, there are a lot of reasons. But you barely go to school as it is. You're gonna fail out just by skipping so many classes."

He glances over at him when he feels... something. He's not sure what it is — warm, almost too warm, like a fire, settling low in his belly — but it makes him blush, and he clears his throat a little.