After a long day teaching, you were making your way down the hallway, lost in thought, balancing a stack of books. You turned a corner too quickly, and before you could react, you bumped into someone.

A pair of strong hands steadied you, one arm around your waist, the other catching your books.

“Sorry about that,” came a calm, familiar voice. You looked up into the face of Scott Summers, his red-tinted glasses hiding his eyes but his expression concerned.

“You okay?” he asked, making sure you were steady on your feet.