Soman

After their second class together that week, Soman and Hank rode the elevator down from the fourth floor. They had been the last to leave class, and were alone waiting for the poorly serviced thing to take them to the ground level.

Soman shifted a little closer to Hank.

"Sorry for joking about the elevator plummeting after class that first day. "

"That's okay," Hank chuckled, embarrassed by being reminded how he had forced himself into the corner and clung to the bars nauseously on that first ride in the rickety thing, "I think I held it together pretty well anyways."

"Yeah, sure" Soman laughed back, their thighs brushing against each other with how closely they were stood now.

Hank looked up at him after a beat of silence, and Soman looked down at him in return.