The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: 384 | How to Analyze a Hero Fight When Your Girlfriend’s Legs Are in Your Lap [GT BONUS]

"That’s not music, that’s what plays in a coffee shop while somebody journals about their feelings."

"You have this in your library."

"I have that because my mom put it on my phone in a moment of weakness and I never deleted it." She flopped back down. "Leave it. It’s fine. It’s whatever."

I turned around and caught her mouthing along to the second verse.

I did not say anything about it. I would be saying something about it for the rest of my life, but not right then.

"Homework," I said.

"You’re the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends."

"I’m the most responsible boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. Dravid’s analysis is due and it’s two thousand words minimum."

Sloane pushed herself up into a sitting position, cross-legged, and her black dress rode up her thighs in a way that was going to make the next two hours a specific kind of penance. She dragged her hair back off her face with both hands.

"Wait," she said. "You have Dravid?"

"Combat Theory. He teaches both cohorts."

"Which archive engagement did he assign you?"

"Sigma versus Monolith. Sacramento intersection. Four minutes seventeen seconds, no offensive output on the win, she herded him into a compromised wall."

Her eyes lit up. Not metaphorically. There was heat coming off her hands, that faint shimmer she got when her Detonation ran ambient without her noticing, and the air over her knuckles went wavy for half a second before she pulled it back in.

"Shut up," she said. "That’s mine. That’s my assignment."

"We have the same homework."

"We have the same homework." She was already scrambling off the bed toward her desk, and I watched her go with the specific appreciation of a man who had been told no and was choosing to suffer with dignity. "I’ve been staring at that footage for three days trying to figure out how she knew about the wall. Like, how do you look at a building mid-fight and know the northwest corner is compromised. She’s a Channeler, she doesn’t have a structural read, she doesn’t have Precision Read like Camille."

"She scouted it."

Sloane spun around with her tablet in one hand. "That’s what I said. That’s exactly what I said in class and Hale told me I was projecting."

"You are projecting. You’d have scouted it. That’s why you got there first."

"That’s not a criticism, that’s a compliment, why does it sound like a criticism when you say it."

"Delivery."

She came back to the bed and dropped down onto it and immediately made her position an imperial one, back against the wall, pillows stacked behind her, one leg straight out and the other bent, and then she reached over and dragged both my ankles until I turned sideways and she could put her calves across my lap.

Which was fine. Which was completely fine.

"Don’t get weird," she said, not looking up from the tablet.

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