Chester hadn't walked out of class looking for a fight. Truly, he was a simple man. Sports, games, pretending he didn't care enough to study, girls who weren't interested in him but that he acted dismissive to anyway... The usual. But Dulac was using a lot of words he understood and sort of wished he didn't, and, as far as he could tell, she wasn't even doing it ironically. So he said: "Bro, are you [i]dense?[/i]" And, realising that the nuanced conversational laws that governed brospeak didn't apply here, followed it up with: [sub][b][color=222222]failing badly[/color][/b][/sub] "You hurt her when she didn't need it. Why would you do that? She's just trying her best." He began to run out of steam, but added: "And if that's not good enough, sure, whatever, but I don't see you trying to help her. Or anyone but Kat, really." The atmosphere wasn't right for this. The time wasn't right, and in truth, he didn't know where to go from here, because it [i]was[/i] true and Rebecca [i]was[/i] as helpless as a child, but he couldn't go back into the room again- Couldn't back down from a girl. So he was stuck. [hr] Kat watched the minute hand tick down the side of the clock. He began to squirm, again, not in his seat but in his head, watching Rebecca over his jacket sleeves, sitting very still just past Keone. He'd sent Chester out with the promise of staying put, and was immediately regretting it- he'd been too quick, again, to jump at what he thought he could do and ignore what he should. [sub][b][color=222222]but couldn't[/color][/b][/sub] He took his eyes out of Rebecca's general vicinity and grabbed a glance at Keone. He'd stay here until the bell rang. He could do whatever he wanted, really, but for now he'd do as he was told. Rebecca wouldn't vanish in the meanwhile. Still, he wrote '[color=fdc68a][b]?[/b][/color]' on a ball of paper and tossed it at Keone. He wouldn't miss, hopefully. It was a big piece of paper.