[ As Sage moves out from under his arm, Rowen drops his hand, palm briefly brushing down the blonde's shoulder blades. It's the barest of continual contact, and he finds he sort of misses having the other's warmth tucked so close by. Not that he's about to say so, at least not out loud. Will Sage guess as much? Maybe. ]

You say that like it's an everyday occurrence. [ His tone is amused as much as he knows Sage isn't taking it lightly at all. Still, there's so much nonchalance that he's sure other traditionalists would probably be upset. ] We all come back, I'm not worried.

Umm. [ The hesitation hums in the back of his throat, even as he goes to hold the door as they get to the cafe. ] MIT maybe. Berkeley, Imperial College, Tokyo University? I still haven't totally pinned down my main major, ha.