"At the - " John lifts his head and frowns. "Um. Thing. In the spring. With the lecture."
Rodney swallows - spring; the prize lecture at the University - 1200 people crammed into an auditorium, most of them so stupid they shouldn't be allowed to breathe, and John was one of them. "The Schmitts-Devon Prize Lecture in Physics?" he says, and his voice never used to sound so insubstantial before, he's sure of it.
John's face breaks into a dazed, happy grin. "Yeah." He sets his head back down on Rodney's shoulder. "You were . . ."
Rodney waits for him to supply any number of the usual adjectives - petty, arrogant, bad with people.
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Rodney swallows - spring; the prize lecture at the University - 1200 people crammed into an auditorium, most of them so stupid they shouldn't be allowed to breathe, and John was one of them. "The Schmitts-Devon Prize Lecture in Physics?" he says, and his voice never used to sound so insubstantial before, he's sure of it.
John's face breaks into a dazed, happy grin. "Yeah." He sets his head back down on Rodney's shoulder. "You were . . ."
Rodney waits for him to supply any number of the usual adjectives - petty, arrogant, bad with people.
"Hot," John murmurs. "Math's hot."