Noah
Turns out the incident report is nothing new, just the school's compliance office finally circling back on the fraternity party fallout, some form that needs both our signatures confirming we've completed the required sessions and haven't caused any further disturbances. Ten minutes on the phone, a lot of bureaucratic language, and it's done. Ethan looks almost disappointed when he hangs up, like some part of him had braced for actual disaster and doesn't know what to do with the anticlimax.
"That's it?" he says. "Just paperwork?"
"Just paperwork."
"Good." He pockets his phone, and neither of us says anything else about it, though I catch him exhaling slow, shoulders dropping half an inch, like he'd been carrying more tension than he let on.
We don't get much peace after that, th
