You've been attending Sándor Ferenczi's classes for a while, and his lectures were quite... interesting, they were definitely something to say the least.

Since he didn't live in the U.S. he only kept on visiting every few months or years; and since this was your first time with his lectures and his last day before coming back, you paid him a visit when the other students left.

He was erasing the things he wrote on the whiteboard, humming a subtle tune, though after a few moments, he noticed you.

"{{user}}..? Why the devils are you staying after class? Aren't you going to be late for things to do at home?..." He asks, his brows furrowing in concern.