“Not exactly sure that’s a good comparison,” Camden joked, but was glad Skye hadn’t thought he was whining. He didn’t usually care what people thought, but with Skye as his S.O. and also someone he aspired to be in a way - he liked to have her on his side with things. He couldn’t help but laugh at her words; he laugh a lot now, for a kid who hardly did when he was younger. “Alright, alright. I guess that makes sense. So long as their hearts are in the right place. But I have my dreams to, so they better stay away from my room in the morning. As for the dude earlier, I’ll try but the consistent pain in my shoulder is going to make it hard to forget,” he said, rubbing at his shoulder again although he was being a bit dramatic. It didn’t hurt much anymore. It was more like a dull ache. “You’re sort of doing good now too, aren’t you? So maybe I should be judging you too,” he replied teasingly.
Camden looked over at Skye, a mischievous grin forming on his lips to match the look in her eyes. “Is this some sort of test? Am I supposed to say no or are you being serious?” he asked.
“This place is packed with attractive medics. If anything, the dude gave you an excuse to go have the best thirty minutes of your week and play it off as a fight for street cred.” Skye bumped her shoulder against his non-injured upper arm as they walked towards the main building, tilting her head at the statement as it sunk in for herself, too. She’d thought about this before, but there was something about him saying it that somehow made it more real. The fact she was in a position to do some good, and that she was going to use it to get drunk in a hallway and potentially get banned from Canada. For life. “Sort of. If you could call it that, I mean. I’ve been doing very questionable things and they’ve somehow just worked out.”
Her eyebrow immediately rose at his next words, but the puckish expression didn’t leave her face. “The only testing I do is in class and I don’t even do that. You in or you in?”