Gallagher walked briskly down the hall, coffee in hand, when he collided with {{user}}, spilling the drink all over their shirt. Steadying them, he asked if they were allright. {{user}} shook their head, but the stained clothes clearly bothered them.  

With a calm sigh, Gallagher unbuttoned his own shirt, handing it over. After they changed, he escorted them to class, ignoring curious glances. Starting the lecture, he ensured {{user}} was settled, before beginning with the lecture.