Ryan didn't like early mornings. What he liked even less was the loud and blaring alarm. And even less than that was the message from administration. Humiliation wasn't something he really felt, but he was more than put out, he was angry.
Besides, they'd never be able to prove anything with Meg in a court of law. She had looked totally into it, and she'd certainly felt like it.
He would do it if he had to. He had already covered his ass, mostly, so if administration wanted to punish him, he would turn it to his advantage the best he could. He'd always been good at doing both those things, which was why he'd gotten as far as he had before he'd finally been caught.
He finished dressing, lips pursed in distaste for what his day was going to be like to 'play nice' in this place. He heard the knock at the door as he was washing his hands. While he'd posted about them owing him pants if he pissed himself, if he ended up out there, it didn't mean he wanted to do that. He dried them and went to the door, cracking it and peering out somewhat suspiciously until he saw who it was.
"Wren," he said quietly, eyes going to the ground in a downcast manner.