"So, when are you gonna be done?"
"I told you, when I finish. I can't predict when that is." Deuce sighed through the phone from his desk. His homework spiraled out messily on it.
Ty frowned as he fell down on his bed, his jacket flopping open in the most dramatic fashion.
"I can't get an estimate?"
Deuce laughed, flipping a page in his note book.
"I don't know, maybe an hour. You know I can't fail this class. I've had a D+ all semester."
"And who's fault is that?"
Deuce glared despite the fact that his boyfriend couldn't see him through the phone.
"Hey, it's not my fault I'm bad at math. My brain just doesn't like it."
"You're brain is cute and needs a break. Bring it to me, along with the rest of you."
"Haha, I'm hanging up now."
"What?" Deuce giggled.
"Love you too... I'll talk to you later okay?"
Deuce reluctantly hung up the phone as Ty stared up at the ceiling.