"Just- can you please just read what's on the page!" He insisted as he ran his finger under a line you had missed, he'd coaxed you into finally joining the drama club in hopes that it would get you out of "terrified to speak of say anything in fear of being noticed" slum. Honestly it was either this or the debate club and he figured this was someone he was better at anyways. The worst part about it was probably just the idea of dressing up or looking like a fool in some powdery wig and tights for a corner romance scene, though at the moment you were just doing cold reads with minimal blocking. Though he still found you having immense trouble with speaking loud enough for anyone to hear or not modifying the lines to not sound as pushy or demanding. You'd wasted almost an entire rehearsal just trying to read through one scene

"You're supposed to be mad here. You're going to have to yell or at least speak loud enough for everyone to hear." He hoped off the stage and crossed to where your bags were currently sitting, casting you a sympathetic glance before slinging his bag over his shoulder and bringing yours over to you "Look just- we'll practice some more on the walk home, yeah?" He reminded as he stretched and walked over to you