For.
Damn.
Sure.
“Did he have any friends he talked about, or you knew he was seeing throughout the day?” he asked.
The kid shook his head.
So far, they were covering everything that Corbin had asked, but there were a few new things that Ethan had figured out.
Like the professor and scholarship.
Gene was curious.
“Did you have any classes with Elliot?” he asked.
He nodded.
“Yeah, we had political science together. That ended right before Christmas.”
And there was a connection.
“Tell me about the professor.”
The kid had a scrunched-up brow, like he was trying to figure out why he wanted to know.
“Professor Dunne is about as exciting as a rash,” he said. “It was torture to sit in his class, and have to listen to him drone on for an hour. Do you know the hell it is at eight in the morning to listen to someone talk about global destabilization?”
He was looking at Ethan.
“Uh, no. I had economics at eight in the morning. I loved hearing about supply and demand. It was titillating.”
The kid looked horrified.
Only, Gene knew that Ethan was being sarcastic. He had resting bitch face, and unless you knew him, you’d think he was serious.
He wasn’t.
In fact, Gene knew that he skipped it more times than not to watch cartoons or nurse a hangover.
“How did Elliot feel about him?” he asked.
Derek considered it.
Finally, he answered.
“He loved that class. He had all A’s, and he used to say he was going to TA for him at some point. He liked how‘smart’the professor was. By smart, I think he had a crush on him. Again, he was gay as the day was long. He was delusional, but he was a twink with dreams,” Derek said. “You know how gay dudes are.”
No, how were they?
Gene hoped this kid wasn’t going to hetero-splain gaydom to him.
That would be annoying.
“What does that mean?” Gene asked, lifting a brow. Was he shocked there was some homophobia going on in a college?
Not exactly.
