"You're kidding someone actually said that?" Feliciano asked. "I'm not even studying law and I know that's false."

"I'm serious," Ludwig replied. He moved his phone a further back on his desk. Looking between the reading on his laptop and cellphone.

"But not knowing states need to approve the amendments. He had to be joking." Feliciano was laughing in between words.

"I have no idea. But the professor's face was a mix of that and you need to change your major."

Feliciano started laughing harder. After a few seconds, Ludwig couldn't help but laugh alongside him. There was something about Feliciano, that Ludwig couldn't really place, that made Feliciano's happiness so contagious. Even when they were talking over the phone Ludwig could tell Feliciano when he was smiling. He didn't know how but he did.

"Okay now, what's the stupidest thing you heard in a college class?" Ludwig asked once Feliciano calmed down a little.

"Hmm this is a tough one," he said.

"Take your time," Ludwig said. He looked back at his reading and started writing a few notes.

"Oh, I got one," Feliciano said after a few minutes. Ludwig stopped writing and looked back at his phone. "In one of my anatomy classes, someone asked if we needed to draw the bone structure in our final!"

"I don't get it," Ludwig said awkwardly. "Doesn't anatomy involve the study of the human body?"

"That's the as my professor likes to say "sciencey way"." Ludwig remained silent still confused. "Our anatomy class was all about drawing the body not about how it works. Odd how they have the same name."

"It might be because both involve studying the body in some way. People had to draw the body to study it."

"You're probably right," Feliciano responded.

The two were silent for a few moments. Ludwig tried to focus back on his reading but to no avail. He closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. There was no way to tell what Feliciano was doing. The so thing he could tell was Feliciano was not moving at all.

"So what are you up too?" Ludwig asked after a few minutes.

"Lying wrapped up in a blanket because of gender dysmorphia," Feliciano sighed a little.

"Are, are you okay?" Ludwig asked very cautiously.

"Yeah," Feliciano still answered quietly. "It's normal for me. I'm used to it."

Ludwig remained quiet. He thought of a few different things to say. But none of them seemed right. What Feliciano was experiencing was something Ludwig wouldn't/couldn't. Would the words that could give Feliciano any form of comfort even exist? Would they even mean anything coming from him? Someone who was not in the same situation. Someone who could never fully understand.

"Hey, you want to see this cool binder I found?" Feliciano asked excitedly after a few minutes.

"Like one for school?"

"No a chest one."

"Uh, sure," Ludwig said still a bit confused. A moment later he saw a message appear on his phone. Quickly he tapped it and saw an image. It was of a mannequin wearing only a chest binder. It was very colorful, unlike the grey one Feliciano owned. It looked like it was in someone's bedroom or studio. So he couldn't tell if this was something that someone made or bought and was showing off. Zooming in on the picture he could tell there was some sort of pattern on it. But he couldn't tell what exactly it was.

"It's interesting," he said after looking at for a bit.

"Can you tell what it looks like?"

Ludwig stared at it some more. "Uh, some sort of painting."

"It's Starry Night by Vincent Van Gough," Feliciano responded.

"Oh," Ludwig said rather quietly. "Guess I know less about art than I thought."

"It's alright," Feliciano said, thought Ludwig could detect a twinge of annoyance in his voice. "Anyway, I got to go now. Talk to you later!"

"Talk to you later."

Feliciano hung up and Ludwig looked down. He placed his hands on his forehead and sighed. He felt like a fool right now. But he didn't know why he felt this way. Sure there wasn't much he could really do about knowing art. But it just felt off and very embarrassing. He couldn't think of why. This wasn't the first time that Feliciano was brought up something art-related that Ludwig didn't understand but this was the first time he felt this way about. Surely Feliciano wasn't getting annoyed by his constant misunderstanding of art terms and works. It was just there was so intriguing when Feliciano was talking about art. His voice full of enthusiasm and passion, it was almost contagious. Despite him always making a fool of himself.

Those thoughts remained in Ludwig's mind. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself they never ceased to escape him. Reading, working, and even just listening to music. Nothing worked at all. And he had no idea why.

Ludwig found himself in a park. It was very peaceful and serene. He was sitting in the middle of it, just surrounded by nature. He could feel his worries melt away. It was like there were no cares in the world. It was perfect.

"I knew I'd find you here." Ludwig looked up and saw Feliciano standing there. He was wearing the same outfit that he wore the first day they met. The wind blowing by him. Moving his hair in the just right way. The sun shone above him giving him a subtle glow.

Ludwig remained silent as Feliciano reached out his hand. The glow around him grew stronger. Ludwig was frozen in place. Staring at Feliciano in all his glory. After a while, Feliciano laughed and pulled Ludwig up to his feet. He gently placed his hand on Ludwig's cheeks and started playing with his hair. Ludwig went to say something but soon found himself jolting awake. In his dorm room.

Looking around Ludwig saw he was indeed in his dorm. It was still dark outside and Alfred was dead asleep. Slowly he picked up his phone and turned it on. Blinded by the light for a split second. There he saw that it was a little after 3 AM. He sighed and collapsed back in his bed.

"I dreamt of Feliciano," he thought to himself as he laid wide awake on his bed. He rolled over on his side. "It's probably nothing."

As the day went on the memoried of his dream faded. By his first class of the day, all of them were gone except for one. The image of Feliciano standing under the glowing light with the wind blowing through his hair. It seemed with each moment the light around him became brighter. Trying to think about the image made it worse. It was getting to the point where he wanted to scream but held it back.

After his last class was done, Ludwig sat at his desk and pulled out his notes. Looking over them the ones from earlier in the day were organized and very detailed. exactly as he always had done. However, the later ones were not like that. Sure they were decently organized but the content was much simpler than his normal ones were. It made no sense to him.

"Today is a very weird day," Ludwig thought to himself. He remained quiet for a few seconds. "Could it have something to do with the dream?"

Ludwig pulled out his computer and open it up. Slowly he turned to face Alfred who was to focus on YouTube videos to care about what he doing. Still, to be safe Ludwig pulled up a PDF for class before looking up dream symbols. Despite looking at a multitude of sources his search was futile. He then switched it to dreaming about people. All the sources seemed to say the same thing people in dreams symbolized something. After looking at a source he froze. There was one word. One word that stood out among the rest. Crush.

"No," Ludwig said under breath. "I can't be falling for him."