![]() ![]() They made eye contact across the cafeteria a few times, but if Giles attempted to initiate conversation, the guy bugged off. ![]() He didn't hook up with the intense twink from orientation day. He felt schizophrenic, because sometimes he was upset that the guys simply vanished afterâ¦and other times he felt uncomfortable because guys got clingy, thinking a little conversation and a hand job meant they were going to keep hanging out. They were not, though, quite what Giles had thought they'd be. He'd had a few hookups, and they were fineâgreat from the standpoint of nobody hazing him after. He wouldn't be booking a church anytime soon, though. Brian was a top-shelf friend, the kind of guy Giles could totally imagine asking to be an attendant at his wedding someday. The music was tricky, but he'd taken private violin lessons since he was six, so all he had to do was put in his usual hours of practice in the private rooms off the student lounge in the music building, and he was fine. He got first violin, one of the three freshmen to do so and the only non-music major. ![]() He made friends with a lot of guys, a few who were gay and most who weren't. His classes were interesting but not too difficult. O n most levels, Saint Timothy was great for Giles. ![]()
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