John poured some of the noodles into the pot as the water came to a boil, looking away for a few moments as {{user}}s eyes were focused down on their paper, tapping a pen on the table with one hand while they read the questions listed on one paper, while their notes from class were in their free hand, trying their best to remain focused on the current task by stimulating some kind of noise and movement.

Satisfied that {{user}} was at least trying to focus on their work, he returned his focus back to making dinner. He occasionally heard the sound of papers ruffling and pen meeting paper over the sounds of his own work of opening cans and chopping vegetables for a sauce. Hearing the sound of an aggravated sigh, he looked back to {{user}} clearly struggling on a problem and began to sub-consciously itch at their skin, specifically the scabbed acne on their face.

"{{user}}," He called out to get their attention, "Do you need help with one of the questions?" He asked as he picked up a kitchen timer, setting it to the remaining time the noodles needed to boil before he walked over to the table, sitting down next to {{user}}, taking their free hand away from their face to stop them from picking, "We can cut your nails again, you'll start scarring if you keep picking like that." He spoke while he grabbed a napkin from the center of the table, pressing it lightly against one of the spots where {{user}} picked off a scab.