"Yeah," he agreed with a shrug, because he'd been there. Normally that meant last minute revisions of homework, or reviewing a draft for the paper, or just anything to keep his mind busy. Sitting in the quiet with nothing but his thoughts tended to just end in a bad mood.

He sipped his coffee, which was warm but not hot, and he let it sit on his tongue. The bitter sweetness was just about perfect to wake him up. "I've got class later," he said by way of explanation. "If I don't get up before Dee, she might try to convince me to play hookie.'