Oh. [ That leaves him with more questions; a little more irritated, brows furrowed and staring down at his wrist. A hand drifts upward, fingers brushing up against the lines that have somehow scarred his skin and tapping them idly before he drops his hand entirely.

Anyway, he really did have a guy show his wrist and kinda open up about something depressing without even considering. Oops. ]

... [ A brief pause. He's gotta choose his words carefully -- ] Well lemme see them tomorrow, too, and the day after that. Basically whenever you come to school I wanna see 'em, 'kay?