When he opened the door, he would have been lying if he said that he hadn’t been surprised to find that the one who knocked on his door had been C.C. If it hadn’t been for his stuffy nose and aching body, he would have been startled, but because he had come down with a cold last second, he merely sniffled his nose in surprise.
“Milly sent me with this.” She held up a steaming copper kettle. “So I thought that I’d bring these as well.”
She held up a purple folder. Stepping aside, he let her into the otherwise empty room. Glancing out the window, she watched a couple snowflakes fall until he asked her what that was.
“Tea and tests.”
He gratefully took the kettle and, taking two cups, poured each of them some of the tea. Taking a seat at what she assumed was his desk – there was his phone with the Cheese-kun charm she’d given him a while back – she carefully took the tea from him.
Balancing the folder on his knee, he sat on the edge of his bed and opened to see several red numbers. He was pleased to find high marks, with most perfect.
“Where’s your roommate?”
“Out, which is all that really matters to me,” he muttered.
“You should seriously consider getting on better terms with him. You’ve been living together for an entire semester, and you’ve still got a few more months left.”
She looked around the room, surprised to find it so neat. He couldn’t have known that she was coming, which only meant that even with a bad cold, he was a stickler for order. Cleanliness was next to godliness for him, huh?
“Why didn’t you go home for Christmas? Milly did.”
He glanced up from the test he’d been glancing over.
“I just didn’t.”
Spinning in his chair, she hummed to herself quietly before hazarding a, “Why did you transfer from Cambridge? Even if you’re a Fulbright Scholar, I would assume most people would want to stay at a school like Cambridge.”
He pretended to read over her work until she came to sit next to him on the bed. At the touch of their knees, he looked up as she put her hand over the test. Coughing, he tried to inch away, but she hooked their ankles together.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. It’s none of my business what happened over there between you and your family. But I just want to let you know that I’m not going anywhere for the holidays either, and that you have my number.”
Quietly he took a sip of the tea. She studied him for some time and was about to pull away, when he suddenly said, “Then what’s a girl like you doing chasing a boy like Alex Sharpe?”
“A girl like me?” She laughed softly. “What’s a girl like me?”
“Do you fancy him?”
She looked down at her boots. Wet from the snow, they glistened and winked at her, reminding her of the light in his eyes a couple weeks ago when they had all gone out to celebrate his birthday. Milly had been successful in pouring a good bit of alcohol into the birthday boy – who C.C. had been very surprised to find was turning 25 – and afterwards he’d been… Well, C.C. wouldn’t be forgetting all too soon how endearing he’d been, all silly and drunk like that. But that look in his eyes when it had just been the two of them; Milly had gone to call for a cab while Rivalz had been in the bathroom, leaving the two of them alone and the way he had looked at her had made her flush so badly, she couldn’t wait to leave the bar just so that she could hide how hard she had been blushing.
“…I guess it depends on who’s asking.”
She carefully avoided making eye contact with him. She had made a mistake saying what she had, but she couldn’t take it back now. The only thing she could do was pretend she hadn’t and hope that he would be nice enough to do the same.
“Have you had anything to eat today?”
“I just got up.” Rubbing his face with a hand, he sighed into his palm. “I probably should though.”
“Do you want to order something? It looks like we’d have to go off-campus, and I honestly couldn’t be bothered.”
“Pizza?” He made a face as he tried not to gag. “I’m going to be frank with you, pizza doesn’t sound very appetizing right now.”
“I was actually going to say Chinese. You need something spicy right now to help with the congestion, and I wouldn’t mind something to warm me up.”
She giggled as he glanced at her, clearly embarrassed. Reaching for his phone, she began dialing.
“Chinese it is then.”
As she ordered, Lelouch watched her from where he sat on the bed. So it depended on who was asking, huh?
He’d definitely spend some more time to think this over. But for the time being, he was happy to spend the winter holiday with her, no matter how sick he was. There was no question about that.