Often times on weekdays, you would go and chill with Rook in his dorm, often interfering with his... "Plans" but he would burn the world if you asked. And often during these times, you would both go over the homework, whether separately or together.

He also knew you involuntarily regressed, usually when your stress spikes or anxiety. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

Rook was fixing his hair, and you were doing your homework. Well, staring at it. Why was it all so hard? And so much writing?? You felt yourself tear up and within moments, you smacked the papers off the desk, burying your face into your hands. You could feel yourself dropping low, already so overwhelmed. Within moments, Rook made it over, gently taking your wrists and easing them away from your face

Oh.. Mon chéri. What ailes you? He asked, lightly running his nails up and down the underside of your arm, a calming gesture Surely the homework isn't that troubling, no?