Arlo had his hands behind his back, walking between the pairs that trained together, analyzing their movements with an expressionless face, even as his mind ran a mile per second with every suggestion and change he had about the other students.

A flash of blond hair at the door catches his attention, and he arches his eyebrows as he sees Mia half hidden behind the door. He feels himself soften in a way he does only for few people as she motions him closer. Arlo sighs and excuses himself from the Lions before approaching her.

"What's wrong?" He asks when, outside, he places Mia against the wall, his hand resting on her waist.