"And I swore to make the best potion possible in any given circumstances," Gabe shot back, and sure, there were other parts of the Journeyman Alchemist's oaths that had been somewhat bent during the years between when he took them and now, but that was neither here nor there. "Anything like this might have happened a long time ago if I hadn't been so fucking busy. You people. This isn't--" He waved a hand, trying to find the words. "--a one-size-fits-all business. Mierda!"
He did sit down now, halfway between a slump and throwing himself into the chair. Rubbing at his forehead, Gabe suddenly paused, and added, "Wait, did Way know you were... Did he put you up to it?"
His free class wasn't that long, but maybe he'd have time to go yell at Gerard as well.