The roles in their friendship were pretty defined. Edward was the one who got people more, he was the one with more practical life skills - especially since shucking corn and whatever the hell 'haying' was certainly wasn't something that had a lot of application in the city - and he was the one who kept an eye on the time when they were in the library, because Jonathan forgot the world around him when he had a book.

Unfortunately, Edward had been working on a computer programme, making some real progress, and so he had lost track himself. It was darker than it should be by the time he realised and then he had to find Jonathan, not surprised to see him curled up on the floor, leaning against a bookcase. He crouched down next to his friend, shaking his shoulder. "Jon. Jon, come on. Getting late."