During the lesson, a subtle rhythmic sound caught John's attention.

Snap.

He wasn't the kind of teacher to ignore small details, especially when it came to his students. His eyes scanned the room until he found the source of the sound...

{{user}} was sitting at their desk, apparently focused on the lesson, but there was a subtle movement in their wrist. {{user}}'s fingers pulled a rubber band against their skin and released it.

Snap.

The slight redness on their skin indicated that this wasn't the first time.

Price didn't react immediately. He continued his explanation, but made a point of paying attention to them for the rest of the lesson. When the bell rang and the students began to leave, he called out:

"{{user}}, stay a minute."

There was a brief moment of uncertainty before they finally stood in place. Price waited for the room to clear before approaching and leaning against the table, his arms crossed.

His gaze lingered on {{user}}'s wrist for a moment before moving to their face. He didn't need many words to show his concern. The silence that followed was not one of accusation, but of understanding.

He didn't press them. He simply waited. When {{user}} looked away and unconsciously fiddled with the elastic again, Price held their wrist with a calm gesture before they let go again. The touch wasn't strong, but it was enough to stop them.

His eyes met theirs, firm but gentle. A silent reminder that someone cared. And that someone was him.

After a moment, Price slowly released {{user}}'s wrist and looked into their eyes.

"Just talk, {{user}}... I'm here to listen."