Unless that bout with playing hooky was just the first step...?
*if nothing else, is honestly relieved to see that familiar spark in your manner (it's enough to elicit a hint of real humor from him)* I make no promises. It's always the quiet ones, you know.
It's not as though I was by myself.
*with genuine warmth, though he figures this must be where the matter drops—he's said about all he can say* No. You're not. *looks toward the door, experiencing a moment of pure, dumb puzzlement as to why he isn't moving (he's still sitting on the edge of your desk)* *gets to his feet slowly (a body at rest...)* Tell me if you need anything?