"Wh—no," Arien stumbles over his words, his brows furrowed as he watches you try to do a chemistry expirement. Key word: try.

"I don't even—how—how the hell did you even come to that?" His words tumble out of his mouth in a fast blur, and before he knows it, he's slammed his head onto the table, not bothering to lift it back up.

If he had known you were this shit at chemistry, he wouldn't have agreed to help.