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[ the corner of nate's mouth twitches. down. ]

That poor class.

[ what davor's saying does ring true; nate's a walking lie detector after all, and he'd be a shitty one if he couldn't tell if davor was lying. but it's tinged with a vague hint of deception—nothing major, so probably a lie by omission, or, if davor was the anxious type, guilt—but nate's tone does a pretty good job expressing the fact that keeping this from him was a bad plan, and that he's none too impressed that boston apparently couldn't be fucked to tell him either. ]

No, he failed to mention that particular point to me. [ he pushes off the wall and checks his watch. 9:50 AM. typical. ] Where's the class?

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[ hey, there's no need to get mean. davor never technically lied; he hasn't seen gabe all day, even if he knows good and well that's not actually what agent pierce was asking.

shrug. ]

That's what I said. [ it'll be a miracle if the class starts on time, and extra-miraculous if gabe manages to stay on topic—or even just talks about physics the whole time—and davor's well-aware of that. unfortunately, the undergraduate physics department has actually requested advance warning for benton substituting, and postdocs don't count, which leaves... gabe. he almost feels bad for the undergrads. ] Should be in Jefferson 312. That's the one across from the music building.

Have fun.

[ please note that davor doesn't say "when did you start taking an interest in quantum transport?".

he just thinks it really loudly instead. ]

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[ nate's all too aware of how boston likes to handle his lectures, both in and out of the classroom, and he's not looking forward to undergoing an hour or so of barely related tangents on... whatever branch of physics it is this time. still, he's got a few games on his phone, and he'd brought snow crash to the lab in order to broaden his horizons stave off boredom. he'll be fine. probably.

dryly: ] I won't. See you later, Dr. Pavlović.

[ he's out the door by the time the last word leaves his mouth.

(and davor? stop staring at his ass.) ]

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[ but it's such a nice ass. ]