She definitely had her hands too full to deal with my homework problems.

[ does he get into living in the rubble of utopia? because that just seems like a can of worms and a conversation he doesn't want to have.

those pale white brows draw together. he... liked history class. he remembers that much. ]

... Huh. [ a sidelong glance. not that she could tell what with the lack of visible iris and pupil. it's on the tip of his tongue to say something stupid, something that feels vaguely familiar, but he thinks better of it and looks ahead again. ] I... remember the class. That was, like, the only one I was getting As in...

[ but not... her. ]