Art chuckled. He kept her hand in his, but didn't move from where he sat a couple inches away from where she was. "There's no need to sneak." He said, looking out at the lake. "I'm not in campus housing. I got my own place." He realized he was talking in short sentences that didn't mean. With a sigh, he gathered his thinning brain cells from lack of sleep and tried to talk again. "Campus housing was closed, so I got my own little studio apartment couple minutes from here."<br/>He nodded when she said she left his dumb ass. "Good. Then anytime you can, come on over and we can do whatever." He really had become quite antisocial since he left. He shook his head when she said he probably would have stayed if she said she didn't want him to go.<br/>"Your wrong about that." He said, thinking of how to make this clear but not horrible. "I would have left. I just would have kept in touch more." He sighed. "I had to go. Home was...horrible. After you stopped coming over, my mom slipped back into depression, and dad went back to drinking, and all because of that dumbass." he muttered not without venom in his voice. "Dad was drunk when he was driving home from the movie that night...way over the legal limit drunk." he finished, not looking up.