"Yes," he admits. "Or...we were terrible at it first year. The fucking surveillance squirrels -" But that's too close to a bit of happiness that burns to touch. "But not decadent." And they couldn't stay bad. Not that Jedao had a 'them' after first year. Grenades shouldn't have friends.

"I suppose able is really the operative word."

Jedao skates his fingers through Quentin's hair.

"I don't think you were dumb. You were just...lonely. And shining. So I grabbed you like a magpie when no one else was looking."