James picked up the pen without turning around, and held it tightly in his palm. If Katie could see his face, she would see his blank stare, gazing at the wall with no interest. In his head, however, scenes were flying by. Calculating costs. No, too early. He zoomed onward. History essay. Further. Mao drawing stupid shit in his notebook. Further. There.
You... are.. insane.
James watched the pen fly into his lap, and then his gaze refocused. "You are insane? Seriously, Katie?"