"Nah," he said, "not sense the wreck." He noticed the brief hint of sadness, but did not remark. If Mal wanted to talk about it, he could, but it felt wrong to presume the closeness to point it out. He shook his head, looking down at his empty cup and debated if he wanted another one.

"I was working on a driving game." He laughed at that. It was true, too; it was actually how Tyrus got the idea for a car wreck. "I can't quite bring myself to get back to it."

Not to mention that Tyrus had no clue how to code a game. When classes started again, he would have a very big problem.