"Ah, young love," Spencer said, but he too became serious when Gerard spoke again, biting his lip. "It's worse?" he asked warily. "I mean, has there been... more bad stuff than usual going on?" He was thinking about too many things -- viruses and bindrunes and Graphorns in bathrooms and spiked love potion cupcakes from out of nowhere. He'd started, sketchily, on a list last night, but he didn't know enough about every incident, as he was considering pinning it up in the staffroom for others to fill in, hoping that no one was particularly against sharing. He had a feeling that, especially when it came to the magical virus, he wouldn't get the lucky.
He shrugged, smiling crookedly at the praise. "Only really when it comes to plants," he said. "Perk of the job." And of the war, but after Saturday Spencer was really, really done with talking about the war. He shrugged and added, "I wouldn't have been able to heal those students, anyway. That was really fast work."
Gerard was making some serious heart eyes at his coffee. Spencer bit back a laugh and held his hand out, offering it up. "You want?" he said. "I've already had a cup this morning, and there's more in the greenhouse."