@shellshead said: Sits across from him in the teacher's lounge, letting the silence fall between them, a bit of comfort before he asks: "Coffee?"
little to no heed is given at the sound of the door opening & then closing. nor does he even bat an eye at the sharp sound of a creaking chair as the other teacher takes residence upon it. it wasn’t uncommon for the other faculty members to swoop in & claim whatever was open in the lounge. it’s just something he’s grown accustomed too over the years. he, however, falters at the voice ----- his mind helpfully recognizing it as starks’ ----- & only after he’s set his pen aside, does he look up.
there’s a part of him that wants to instantly deny the other. slide back into his ways & carry on with his day. but the other part ---- the severely deprived of coffee & left to standoff against the mountain of exhaustion weighing down on him part of his brain is demanding otherwise. what harm could it do ------? so, he finds himself shifting back, fingers running their course through his hair in a means to free it from the weapon a bit, & shrugs. “sure ----coffee sounds good.”