4chan ducked behind the cover of his arms, effectively balling himself up right there on his seat. He'd said something very, very wrong and very, very out of place. Still, there was no snatching those words back, and he didn't have the words in him to make Higher Education understand that he didn't really mean like- he was reacting so severely, and 4chan felt like he'd gone and stepped all over whatever was left of any sort of chance with continuing his communication with Harvard. This was not grown up. This was not grown up at all. But he knocked back the last of his sake, gave a wavering hand motion, and stood up.
"Going to take a piss." he announced, to no one in particular. Goddamn it he was cracking. So what if he liked Higher Education? Maybe he did. He felt uncertain and dumb. He'd been expecting something else when he'd said it- maybe an obvious revulsion. A laugh. Anything but sitting there and just staring him down. Whatever. Whatever.
He skittered off, whether to actually take a piss- or not, he was going to try to get some cool water on his cheeks and kill a bit of the embarrassment.