I don't think I'd ever recover from that, honestly.

[A fucking B, can you imagine the horror. Can you imagine the life of the poor professor who gave him that B? It's nary worth thinking about!

Varian remains blissfully unaware of these acts of kindness. He's still wondering if it's Cotton but how do you approach a woman in her sixties and ask her if she lifts? He doesn't know, so he will let it be a mystery forever.

He lets out a breath he doesn't realise he was holding when Jun asks that. Because it has been worrying him, and he'd rather let the ominous black cloud be dealt with first. Then whatever happens with it... happens. At least he won't have to worry about it anymore.]

I uh... I think talking would be better. I can get it out of the way- I probably wouldn't be able to each much until I'd done it anyway. ...Thanks.