Dorian's mouse hovered over the green speech bubble next to Felix's name. 2:02 PM, read the clock on his bedside table. Solas was still in discussion section, and Bram wasn't on. He allowed himself a few moments of satisfaction that at least he wasn't dealing with snotty undergrads this semester. Or any semester, if he could help it.
Look something up for me in the Liberalum? he typed to Felix. Can't find my copy.
He sipped at his fourth cup of tea while waiting for a response. Untidy stacks of papers and textbooks covered his desk; they were starting to spill onto the floor and his armchair. Maybe Solas had taken his copy? He looked at his bookshelf: organized neatly by subject and author at the beginning of the semester, now full of more papers, undone laundry, and empty tea mugs.
Felix's chatbox beeped.
Dorian, this isn't the Dragon Age. Don't you have a PDF? Or a search engine?
Dorian rolled his eyes. Digital books are for the soulless.
He could practically hear Felix's exasperated sigh on the other end, and the thought made him ache inside. This was, after all, his second year in Orlais. His second year watching the leaves turn in the fall, bundling up with what felt like his entire wardrobe against the cold. His second year missing actual spicy food.
Got it, said Felix. What do you need?
He hastily checked his half-completed draft. Lineage of House Amladaris up through the Storm Age.
There was a pause, then another ping when a new email turned up in Dorian's inbox. Complete with page numbers, and an attached digital copy of the Liberalum.
Use that until you dig yours out from under your socks 
Very funny. I had to wear two pairs last winter to keep my toes from freezing off. Meanwhile, my special snowflake elven housemate wanders about barefoot.
Should I tell your mother to send more clothes?
Dorian blanched. Only if you want her to drag me back to Minrathous by my ears.
No. Though I miss you. The little pencil icon kept moving for a few seconds.
And Father does too.
Now Felix's words rushed across the screen, hurried and messy.
Look I know you dont want me to stick out my neck, but he regrets how you left. he thinks it's his fault you went to Orlais for school instead of staying.
The teacup clattered in its saucer. Dorian carefully put it down and forced himself to take two deep, slow breaths before responding. Felix was just trying to help. It wasn't Felix's fault that Dorian's eyes ached from staring at his screen since eight that morning. It wasn't Felix's fault that his third committee member had set such a daft question.
Wasn't Felix's fault that Alexius hadn't spoken to him in two years.
Do we have to talk about this now? he asked after almost a minute of silence.
Felix's answer came immediately, and Dorian knew he'd expected this response. The thought made his stomach twist.
No. Maybe when you're done with exams?
I'll think about it, though he knew he'd try his damnest not to. Thanks for the Liberalum.
Don't mention it. Good luck.
The green speech bubble turned grey just as a knock came at his door.
"What?" he snapped, hastily closing his laptop screen.
"Darling, is that any way to talk?" came Vivienne's voice from the other side. "I assume you haven't eaten yet."
2:15, read his clock. "No," he said. Even he knew that tea didn't count.
"Of course not. Whenever you're decent, I have some Antivan fusion for you."
Dorian eyed the door warily. Maybe this was all just a weird, stress-induced dream. His eyes were starting to swim, after all. First Solas managed to get a date, now Vivienne was feeding him? He got to his feet and opened the door just enough to squeeze into the hallway, trying not to let her see the mess within.
She'd seen anyway. He could tell by the look on her face. But she merely sighed and led him downstairs to the kitchen. "I for one cannot wait until you rejoin civilization, my dear," she said. "Solas is much less engaging company."
Two neat, white take-out boxes sat on their kitchen table, which was already set for two. Vivienne smiled and gestured for him to sit. "Look," he began slowly, glancing from the box to her. "I really appreciate--"
"Then you will do me the courtesy of having lunch with me."
He hated it when she had a point, but the smell of saffron rice was too strong to resist. He sat down.
"So," he said as he helped himself to rice and seafood. His first proper meal in days, though he wasn't going to tell Vivienne that. "Did you meet Solas's charming friend this morning?"
Vivienne's smile widened. "My dear, I thought you'd never ask."