"More information that I wanted to have, thanks," Micah replied primly.
"No!" he sputtered, at the next comment, his eyebrows going way up, then gathering into a scowl that was mostly outrage, but a little bit of hurt. "I'm not -- like that, jesus, what, have you been," and his hands clenched on his arms as he thought about that. Had all Horace's friendliness been for a purpose? That ... kind of stung, and Micah wasn't sure why. "Oh my god," he repeated again, and "
no," and stomped off toward the dorms.