"Uh...... okay be back," he said, darting out of the room and then coming back within five minutes. He also grabbed some of the other things he had stashed around and almost forgotten: a ratty but still usable notebook, what he hoped would be a working pen, some boxes of what he hoped would be foot (it all was in weird text), and those cans he mentioned.

"Still open?" he called when he got back.

Charles was right about personal space and learning boundaries. Some people were bitches.