"How's the lab partner from Hell?"
"Lucifer isn't bad, Gabriel. He was only late the first day of lab. He doesn't rush me like some of my previous lab partners did. He records our data and lets me see it later, but his handwriting is messy," Michael answered.
Gabriel shook his head. "So he writes the results while you do the rest of the work? He doesn't sound like a good lab partner to me."
"No, he works on the experiment too. He volunteered to do the recording since he writes faster than I do."
"Does he follow the lab dress code?"
"Yeah, if you don't wear the right clothes you get sent home."
"What does he wear?"
"He wears band t-shirts and Star Wars shirts most of the time. I like some of the bands he does."
"Did you mention that to him?"
"No, I didn't."
"Since your class is almost over you'll have to think of another reason to hang out with him. You both like the same obscure bands and Star Wars, so you should at least be friends."
"What do you mean at least?"
Gabriel just smiled at his brother and didn't answer.