"When you were here by yourself," Ren asked idly, sprawled out on a bean bag chair, "did you think about me?" Maurice looked up. "Think about you how? When? You mean while I was in college?" He'd graduated from their hometown high school a year before Ren and won a full scholarship to the state university, but had failed to complete freshman year when Ren finally followed. "Yeah," Ren said. "You called me a few times, and we barely talked, and then you stopped. I thought you forgot about me 'cause you were off having a good time, but now I know you weren't, so why didn't you call me more?" Maurice didn't answer for a long time, and when he finally did, he sounded unsure. "You were done with me. Even before I left, all my senior year in fact, and your junior - you were hanging out with Heck and Pretzel and Doggy, working for your uncle, not talking to me except when you were shopping. I thought you moved on. People move on. I thought I was moving on too. Make all new friends. Maybe meet people who are more like..." His thought tapered off. "I didn't mo-- I didn't intend to move on," Ren insisted. "You were always my big brother. You never stopped being that to me. I rejected UPenn and UCLA just so I could go to school with you... because... I was scared I'd never see you again." Maurice shrugged. "You probably wouldn't've." "When you came home for Christmas that first year, and I saw you, you looked like you were dying," Ren said. Maurice shrugged again. Ren knew what he'd done, then; he'd suspected it before, especially after Maurice had finally told him the story about failing to adjust to campus life after growing up in farm country; about struggling to make friends and keep his grades up, and then giving up but lying to the folks back home about how badly he was doing. Ren often felt like a fish out of water here himself; if he didn't have his core group of friends who let him be himself, he'd be struggling too. "I'll never move on," he assured Maurice. "I'm probably gonna leave at some point, depending on where I get into med school. Call me. Call me a lot. I'll talk. If I don't, you can yell at me and remind me I said this." He grinned in an attempt to lighten the mood, and Maurice turned around and smirked at him.