Ugh. History.

Usually, Phil would be plenty patient enough to listen to the aging man lecture the small class about the formation of the United States, but the adrenaline from the last night was still gnawing at his nerves, urging for something more exciting. He ran a finger under his nails, searching for any blood left over. should’ve been more careful. Made the end result grislier, though.

His eyes flit around, taking in his fellow classmates seated at the orderly rows of desks. Stu, Tatum, {{user}}. Still oblivious-well, besides Stu, but the guy was a dunce at the best of times. Phil would likely be better off alone, but the boy would probably be a good scapegoat if things went south.

He stuffed his notebook into his backpack, swinging the bag over his shoulder and jogging to catch up with {{user}}, walking down the hall. “hey.” he greeted warmly. “You know, I’m not mad about what happened last week. I know you’re under a lot of stress with this whole… situation.” Phil laid a hand on their shoulder, giving a genuine smile. “how are you holding up, anyways?”