Patrick J. Adams

Don't give me that look.

We used to sleep together.

Bunk beds! College.

It... it's not what you think it is.

I don't live in a cave.

Do you have a name, fangirl?

She wants to hear!

That's true.

Yeah, well, not as well as you two know each other.

That's cute.

He used to pay me in frozen burritos to write his papers.

No, it was beautiful.

with the president of your fan club, apparently.

I thought it was really about a kid who lost her balloon.

The loser of the next game buys fries?

but you can't get serious in the sociology stacks, right?

- Hardy... - What? Ezra, she's cute, she's smart.

right here, starts laughing in his sleep.

- I didn't pursue this. It just happened. - And that makes it okay?

I get it. There's no argument, but she's your student, man.

- Yeah. He's my English teacher. - Oh, very cool. Me and him go way back.

Okay, so how about this?

You know what'd be great is if you told this same lame story

Now, he's done this before, but this chick,

- she does not believe that he's asleep. - Which I was.