"Oh." was all I managed to say. "Why didn't you take it? If you were good enough to be offered a scholarship. . ."
"It was never good enough for my dad." he explained. "He was so upset when I picked the literary club over the debate team in high school, he nearly pissed himself. Started going on about how I'm the only Johannes heir and I need to become a lawyer. From there, you can guess how it went."
"Oh." again, all I could manage. "I'm glad my dad isn't that imposing." I found my self murmuring. "All he does is put food on the table and wait for my mum to cook it."
Patrick laughed, sort of. "You're lucky, then." he told me.
"I guess so." I said. With a sigh I pulled my book out of my backpack, and began to read, feeling a sense of loss and Elizabeth cried over her missing sister.
After a solid half hour of reading, however, though, the train began to slow down.
"What's going on?" I nudged Patrick, who had fallen asleep.
"Huh?" he sat upright, then glanced around in surprise. "I'll go and ask. Might be a delay. It's pretty snowy out now." he nodded to the window, then slipped out to find the conductor.
I looked out the window. You could see about six feet out in front of you, then absolutely nothing but white.
Oh, fantastic. But possibly slowing the journey.
"The conductor says that they need to thaw a bit of the track before going forward. It sounds weird, but that was the only answer I got." Patrick sat back down next to me. "Isn't that odd?" he pushed his glasses into place.
"As long as I get to Edinburgh, I don't mind a little delay." was all I said. "Y'know, I think Scotland is going to be different then I expected."
"How so?" Patrick resumed typing on his laptop.
"I don't know yet. I might do a report on it when I get back. I always wanted to go to Scotland, but never was able to until now."
"My family doesn't have a lot of money. We're spending insurance money for this trip, plus my father's bonus money. I had to scrape up my own fares as well." I told him.
Well, he had told me about his family, after all.
"Ouch. But are you all close?"
"Very. We always have been. Once I make it, I'll take my little brother traveling. But before that, I'll be lucky to go anywhere."
"Sounds like my type of home. Maybe we should switch lives." Patrick murmured.
I laughed at that. "Maybe we should."
I looked at what he was doing again. More Facebook? What does he do on there, anyway?
He abruptly closed his laptop. The train began to move again.
"That was quick." we both said.
I began to laugh, for no reason.
To my surprise, he joined me.