Peter's (and Sam's) Apt, NYC, Late Sunday Evening

Sam was well into his second semester of college, and the shiny still hadn't worn off. He still loved his school, and his classes, and his classmates, and everything about being in New York. He did not, however, love tests, especially when they came one right after another with midterms looming not that far in the distance.

He'd spent almost the whole weekend studying, and despite being on his third cup of coffee, he'd reached the point where history was starting to combine with biology which was starting to combine with calculus, and none of his notes were making sense. Admitting temporary defeat, Sam had put his head down to close his eyes and try to keep his vision from swimming. That? Had been over an hour ago.

Hopefully, he wasn't drooling on anything important.

[For the boyfriend!]