"How the hell did you wind up playing basketball for Harvard?" Emmett asked, lolling on the couch with his head in Julian's lap. "I mean, you're not that tall. Or athletic."

Julian smacked him lightly on the top of the head. "It was Harvard, dumbass - there were barely enough athletes to make up a team and alternates.

"Ha," Emmett said, trying to grab Julian's hand. "I bet Princeton kicked your ass."

Julian dumped him on the floor. "Get your shoes," he said.

Emmett looked at him from the floor. "Why?"

Julian stepped over him, then stuck out a hand to help Emmett up. When he pulled him to his feet and had his hand back, he pushed Emmett's chest so he fell back onto the couch. He turned toward the bedroom to get his own shoes, but not before bending down to get in Emmett's face. "Oh, it is on," he said.