His face set itself in a hard line at the question. He didn't like the direction that train of thought was going. It reminded him of the first rumor about him the Scribbler had made.
Wan stood up, shaking his head as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, "Christine has nothing to do with this. I was planning on doing it before I found out she left."
He huffed, then took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to push the bubbling anger at the half-accusation away. "And I'm not suicidal, either. I'm just... tired of all the work. I want a day off from it. I don't mind school, I don't mind what I've signed up for, but I need a day off. I need to stretch. Have fun. Everyone else gets that time on the weekends. What's so wrong with how I choose to use mine?"