( rude. but he's laughing again, getting himself off of the desk and holding onto emmet. the moment his feet hit the ground, he's taking off to walk in front of him. leading, but still gripping tight to emmet's hand. )

I'm in Apley Court. My roommate's a stoner. He likes it better when I'm not there; uses my bed to hold his chip bag while he watches true crime dramas on his laptop on the floor.

( he never intended to finish college. it was more a thing he had to go through, be led through, so he could find them. could get back to what they're really here for. and it worked out well, didn't it? here's emmet. so sylvain doesn't give a shit about missing the rest of his classes. )