It wasn't a bad one, in his opinion. Actually, it was pretty genius. Not super-level genius, but for a 20 year old who'd skipped the last year of high school? Pretty damn good.

He can feel the smugness from Harrison. Not like he can feed off of it, but it makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck as he finally moves. He doesn't move very far--just tilts his torso so he's hugging his legs and laying down in a fetal position.

"Are you just rubbing this in my face now?" It was an honest question, staring up at him, looking pale. It wasn't a particularly good look on him. "Is that why you're here?"