I held out my phone to M.J. as I always did—with a hopeful, innocent smile. They looked up at me from their desk chair as they always did—pretending to be annoyed, knowing this was the natural state of things. "Can you help clear more space?" I asked. M.J. was the computer tech major, and I was the English major—if I needed anything fixed or updated on my phone, they handled it. If they needed help writing an essay, I had...