Author's note:A drabble. Scott and Conrad having a study session very early on in their relationship - still hovering the tenuous line of friends and more than friends.
Scott tapped his tablet, and a diagram flared to life above it. It twisted and turned as he manipulated it with small, deft movements of his fingers. He consulted the text, turned it again, then consulted the text again. His brow furrowed as the hologram failed to illustrate the equation it supposedly represented.
"Hey Conrad," he murmured, "Can you..."
Scott trailed off as he registered the heavy warmth against his flank and thigh, and looked down. Conrad was sound asleep against him.
Scott smiled fondly, set the tablet down, and wrapped his arm around his not quite yet boyfriend.