John had so many old stories, tales of time gone by. He'd told them again and again, always with the same inflection, the same jokes. and the students always made him feel as original and interesting as if he hadn't been reliving his youth for their enjoyment. It was a powerful thing, to feel like this. To feel fascinating.

And, oh, did he love the way Wyn looked at him.

"It'd be interesting to go together," he suggested lightly.