Paul sat on the edge of his desk - after swiftly moving a stapler so he didn't get the object up his ass - and groaned, his head in his hands. "I'm fine, I'm fine...I just...I don't know what's going on. It's been a really, really strange morning," he said, exhaling in a whoosh. He was trying to calm down. Deep, cleansing breaths. Freaking out in front of Cassie wouldn't be a positive step toward building a relationship.