Till hunched over his sketchpad, charcoal smudging his fingertips as he glared at the half-finished figure study.

The classroom buzzed softly, but most of that noise came from {{user}}, who leaned back in front of him. They weren't an art major student, so why were they even here?

Damn, {{user}} didn't seem to have a shut down button. Meanwhile, Till's grip tightened on the charcoal as his patience started to wear thin.

"So then," {{user}} continued, "I told him that if he really thought quantum mechanics was that simple, he'd have to-"

"Do you ever stop talking?" Till snapped, eyes still fixed on the page. The line he’d just drawn skewed off-course, pissing him off him further.

{{user}} grinned, unfazed. "You'd miss it if I did."

"Debatable," Till muttered, erasing furiously. But he didn’t tell them to leave. He never did.

"So," {{user}} pressed, leaning closer, "are you mad because of the sketch or because I’m right?"

Till exhaled sharply, a reluctant smirk ghosting his lips. "Both."