It was her hand along his side, stopping at his hip that he clung to, that little bit of actual physical touch that was so much more real than pretending he could feel her fingers through the flames. His own hand slipped up to cup over hers, and he shook his head a little.
//A few classes here and there, maybe. I'm one hell of a teacher's assistant, you know.//
That was... pretty much all he was, actually. The ESU thing had hit him hard, and while he hadn't officially resigned from active duty, Scott was at least giving him some time to mull it over while he recuperated.
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Date: 2011-10-12 05:01 am (UTC)//A few classes here and there, maybe. I'm one hell of a teacher's assistant, you know.//
That was... pretty much all he was, actually. The ESU thing had hit him hard, and while he hadn't officially resigned from active duty, Scott was at least giving him some time to mull it over while he recuperated.