Ernie looked down, he didn't really want to throw Zach under the bus, not like he had done to him. That was how he had felt, at least. Nodding, he took a seat, careful not to trip over anything... mainly himself. He looked down at his journal and sighed. "I wanted to write something, but my student... he reads what I write anyway. I just wondered if you would hex three pages so I could write without worrying that he would see it."
It was the truth, and even if he felt bad, he wanted to be able to vent in his own journal. It wasn't fair that Zach was able to, but Ernie didn't even get that little respect or privacy.