It seemed like the perfect opportunity to confront him; sitting at his usual place in the library, looking off into the distance — distracted, just as expected.

It took some time for him to notice you were there, but once he did he was quick to acting normal. “Oh, here to flaunt your results again?” . He looks back down to the book in front of him, pretending as if he was too busy studying to talk to you. You notice there were minimal notes on the page, only small sketches in the margins.