Both!

Thomas let out a sigh of exhaustion as he finally managed to find a seat and promptly plunked down on it, making sure only half-heartedly that his dress didn't ride up enough to show what lay underneath. (A big part of him didn't really care, either, not at this point). Adams was equally exhausted, the young blonde already propped up against the wall and declaring, for any and all to hear, that he was not moving from that spot.

"God...why did we volunteer to do this again...?"

Thomas closed his eyes and seemed to nod in agreement before he turned his head slightly and smiled at the sound of gentle snoring coming from Adams' lips. They had been going strong for over 8 hours, since about 4 in the morning really after pulling another 6 hours the previous evening (that, of course, came after a long day of teaching, something the two of them were seriously questioning for a career move.) It had gotten into the principal's head that this would be good way to build team spirit and morale, for all the teachers to pitch in and help decorate the gym for the upcoming senior rally. Someone should've told him that there were only so many teachers left before the break. Namely 7.

When you considered family obligations and seniority, there was suddenly just...well...two of them.

A few moments later, Adams somehow sensed Brad's presence as he, without opening his eyes, rested his head against the young man's shoulder and snuggled up against him. Brad just kept his eyes closed as he was also undoubtedly exhausted, having been roped into helping with decorations and heavy lifting. It was only a matter of time, he thought, before there would be a sign showing. Thomas had been sworn to secrecy on it, promising not to divulge any sort of news to anyone, including to Richard, as the two men could not keep secrets from each other worth a damn.

Speaking of Richard, Thomas looked at his phone and scrolled down to him.

Just about done, babe.

A few moments later, his response came back.

DID YOU NEED ME TO PICK YOU UP SOMETHING?

Thomas smiled and spent the next few moments tapping out a response before he clicked send and then turned his attention to the questionnaire he had brought with him, in the off-chance they would be able to take a break. He supposed this was as good a time as any.

18.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT WOULD BE YOUR INTELLIGENCE? ONE BEING STUPID AND TEN BEING HIGH ENOUGH TO DRIVE THE CLASS NERD UP THE WALL?

He didn't hesitate to pick up his pen and answered: I would be a 9, not the top of the top but definitely not an airhead either, too many of those around. He closed his eyes after putting away the paper, thinking back to his own time in school, where the rest of the class would be either scrambling to get his notes or getting him to explain things to them, even if the teachers were in the room right available for any and all questions. He also had made it through college as well, figuring that a big rack didn't necessarily mean his head was empty.

After a few moments, the phone pinged in his hand and Thomas looked at it, seeing that Richard was outside and waiting for him in the parking lot. Thomas turned and after waking up Adams and Brad, helped them close up the gym before they walked to the exit. With Brad's car in the shop and Adams' having broken down three weeks ago, they all walked over to Richard's car, where Brad and Adams slipped into the back and promptly fell asleep. Thomas looked in the mirror and smiled at that before he turned and gave his man's hand a squeeze. Richard, for his part, also smiled but kept quiet as he pulled out of the driveway and turned towards home. As they drove, Thomas looked at the next question on the questionnaire before he tucked it back into his bag and closed his eyes.

19.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT TYPE OF BRA WOULD YOU BE WEARING?