When I get to the computer lab, Darkside is already there, and working hard on homework. He is frustrated by Microsoft Word, as the Format Painter button is completely missing. I am more familiar with Word than he is, but he resists my attempts to help on his computer. I withdraw, and open up Word on my own computer after the computer next to him becomes unoccupied. I find it for him, and instruct him in turning it on. He is happy.
I begin work on my research paper.
Darkside finishes his homework and calls me out of writing trance with relative ease. (I don't think he's ever seen me in serious writing-trance, which he might be unable to break.) We exchange friendly pain before he leaves for class. I am left with a small red mark on my neck from his fingers. Sis laughs at me and calls it a hickey. I try not to grin but fail miserably.