His eyes travel back across the line, up the shine of the wrench, along Parker's arm to his face. Obtuse meeting obtuse, heels dug in on both sides, and there's a line of grit in him that wants to shrug in his face. Wants to wind Parker up until he does throw it, just to see how bad this can really go, and get it over with.
There's someone else whose job it is to wind Parker up, though. Jude doesn't need to help it out.
"Of course I fucking got in, Parker." He'd dragged his feet so long applying because there wasn't any doubt, the size and breadth of his portfolio. "Scholarship and everything, they want me up there in a week to look at the fucking dorms."
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There's someone else whose job it is to wind Parker up, though. Jude doesn't need to help it out.
"Of course I fucking got in, Parker." He'd dragged his feet so long applying because there wasn't any doubt, the size and breadth of his portfolio. "Scholarship and everything, they want me up there in a week to look at the fucking dorms."