"He was standing in front of Daniel's dresser, holding our drinks as he looked at the photos shoved in the mirror frame. "You guys really been friends a long time." He pointed the beer bottle at one. "What are you there? Six?" "About that." He grinned. "I like the pigtails." He leaned in to look at a few others. Someone yelled something downstairs, and I said, "Come on," suddenly realizing I really didn't want to be found with Rafe in Daniel's bedroom, however innocent the explanation. Rafe took his time, still checking out the room. He gestured at a pile of textbooks on the floor. "What's he use those for? Weight lifting?" "If you showed up in class more often, you wouldn't be asking that. Daniel's not a dumb jock." "No kidding." He leaned over to read the titles. "Pre-law? Please tell me those belong to his older brothers." "An uncle. They're Daniel's now. A little outdated but..." I shrugged. He looked at me like he thought I was kidding."