Maedhros was glad he and Fingon had gotten an apartment together while they finished school. No little brothers barging in at the worst times, demanding attention for this or that. Fingon's music was always nice to listen to and relax with.

Now if classes would only make a little more sense! He came home, quietly closing the door with a sigh to lean back against it, letting his bag drop down to the table. A hand came up to tug the tie off the end of his braid. "You home yet, Finno?"