- sebastian: i never meant to start a war
- sebastian: i just wanted you to let me in
- jace: omg im going to kill him
There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.
'I won a summer research grant, so I'm sort of required to stick around.'
‘What kind of research?’
‘I’m studying the fermentation process of mayonnaise.’
‘You are not,’ she says, laughing, and Oliver frowns.
‘I am,’ he says. It’s very important work. ‘Did you know that twenty-four percent of all mayonnaise is actually laced with vanilla ice cream?’
‘That does sound important,’ she says. ‘But what are you really studying?’
A man bumps hard into the back of Hadley’s chair as he walks past, then moves on without apologizing, and Oliver grins. ‘Patterns of congestion in U.S. airports.’
'I hate airports.'
‘Really?’ Oliver says. ‘I love them.’
She’s convinced, for a moment, that he’s still teasing her, but then realizes he’s serious.
‘I like how you’re neither here nor there. And how there’s nowhere else you’re meant to be while waiting. You’re just sort of…suspended.’
So I have my cousin’s beanie and I’ve been sending him pictures of it going everywhere. I call it the adventures of Mr. Beanie