Tiger's assurance was like a balm for his apprehension, knowing if he told no one else, he might be able to disappear over winter break and be in America before Dwayne's first angry call. He could do it. Do it right, and not pledge a frat or lose his will to even go to school. No one would know who he was, no one would care and he might be able to settle into a perfectly normal relationship. Normal.. that could be subjective, but it might be on his terms, and not bending to the will of someone else. Edward wasn't expecting the protest from Tiger, though.<br/><br/>"Miss me? Already?" Edward reached to rub his left arm, his fingers nimbly hooking against his shirt-sleeve. "I've been considering it for a while. Since last year. I guess.. um. I guess I realized this wasn't the school for me early on. The transfer applications have been sitting on my desk since last fall break. Filled them out and everything."<br/><br/>Edward sounded like a quitter. He used to hate the thought of it, and now he was embracing it as if it was his last salvation. It probably was, but that didn't mean he should seek it out and just cow to the fears he'd harbored for so long. "Why miss me? You just said it -- you met me today. I'm.. not really anything much.<i>And </i>I'm from a frat I don't think anyone really likes, so it's not like there's some potential partnership or anything."<br/><br/>Not to mention Tiger clearly held a deep dislike of Dwayne. Would Edward be some key to getting to him? It's not like Tiger knew what their relationship was, or even anything that was going on at Mu. Edward seemed to shrink with just that thought process, hoping Tiger didn't know anything. He would expect everyone would know if Edward jumped ship, but there was only so much that would travel overseas if all they had was his name. The sick feeling in his stomach returned, stronger now than before.