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[pushtheboundaries]

"You've reached Robert Callaghan, Headmaster to the Heropa Organization for imPort Education. Please leave a message with your name, your phone number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. As a reminder, my office hours are..."

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[lasthugs]

[All that's said in a long, rambling series of breaths before her train of thought crashes and she finds herself losing words to say and trails off, her last word fading.

But she looks up again before Callaghan, if he was planning to, can get a word in. Despite her expression earlier, the one on her face now is a smile again, and it's as warm and gentle as it's ever been.]

... Sorry. Um, that coffee? It's from the shop right by the library on Leandro Street, if you wanted to get some for yourself sometime.

[pushtheboundaries]

[great, now he even feels like a bigger piece of shit. he can't do anything right, can he? he warned her he wouldn't be very good company, but even so...

Robert focuses on the coffee, sipping it slowly and letting her babble. he hardly has anything to say at this point, and when she looks at him for something to say, he furrows his brow. but...]

...it's good. How did you find it?

[lasthugs]

[She shakes her head again! It's just a motion that he doesn't have to talk. But her smile, as always, is genuine no matter what, even if it's still a little apologetic.]

I have a roommate who works at the library. And I had time, so I tried out a lot of the shops around here... it was comforting. Familiar, you know? Makes me feel better when I'm missing home.

... I think the school will be good for you, in that way. I spoke with Mr Xanatos, I'm glad to hear he's supportive of you.

[pushtheboundaries]

[no, he doesn't have to. but now that he's done with his tiny tantrum, there's a need to make up for it. Cass didn't deserve him snapping like that. so he...makse the effort, nodding and even cracking a- okay, no, that's not a smile. it's a twitch of the corner of his lips, but. it's something?]

He's a good man. Wouldn't let me resign.

[okay, maybe that's an actual smile now, but it's quite self-depreciating.]

[lasthugs]

[It's a something she doesn't miss, and she appreciates the effort. There's a look of acknowledgement on her face if he notices, but she doesn't point it out loud, watching him instead.]

... You wanted to make something good of it, right? I think you would be able to.