"Hi," he replied, itching to reach out and touch. He couldn't though. Not here. Colin was a student, and though he was of age--almost eighteen, his mind supplied--that didn't change the fact that he was a student, and Mac was more than twice his age and in a position of authority. It might not matter in private, but it very definitely mattered in public. Especially here, where everyone would be watching.
"You look good yourself. The robes suit you." He kept his voice low, and maintained a proper distance between them. He couldn't help but look though, admire the way the robe draped over Colin's slim form, accentuating the flatness of his chest and curve of his arse. Taking it slow, he reminded himself. He's a student.
"Are you here with your nephew?" He thought he'd seen Dennis' son around, but was glad they weren't together now. Even if he couldn't have Colin alone, he could at least have him to himself for awhile. "How's school going?" He asked mainly to remind himself once more that Colin was a student.