It took a small moment for him to reply, lost to distant thought, again.
"It's ah, going" he says with a small laugh.
Truth was in his mind it was complete he just had to relay it to paper. The true issue was editing it and matching the "facts".

It was a guilty odd pleasure to his pride that to join the education system he had to 'unlearn' what he knew. It was often trying having to not only speak lies but believe them too. Although truths and lies blurred together so so long ago.
Still every new one bore with it some extra weight, even the tiniest of them.

He looked down at the girl in his arms and ached to share his burden with her, his lips almost moving on their own. He wanted it more then he had wanted anything before but the possible consequences scared him more then he could admit.

Fear was an emotion he had long since felt until recently.


The commotion of people hustling around snapped him from thought as he realised it was time for next class.
Knowing the answer he asks anyway.
"What have you got next?"