Quinn chuckled back as he picked pieces off his muffin with his fingers, nibbling with much less gusto than Shane. "I know how it is. Except I would have given up hours earlier than you and I wouldn't take it home with me. I'd just take a nap," he admitted. He did care for the environment science classes he took and he did put in effort during school despite his words. But still, he never fit into the model of nerd or studious, but rather found his place best with the jocks. Everyone welcomed him and he flitted between all the cliques, but track was his truest home along with the volunteer organization he met Shane at.

"Well, you probably made the right decision. My dad keeps telling me I should go back to school and do something with my life," he admitted, dragging a hand through his hair again with a sheepish smile that softened his features. "Work is tough too, ya know."