"Water, please sir," Caleb answered after coughing into his fist. His throat wasn't sore, but Caleb decided he needed to do something with his hands and holding a glass seemed perfect. Like the other teachers' offices he'd been in, Caleb felt comfortable there. Unlike the bedraggled teachers he watched in movies, the offices at St. Margaret's were large but cozy. Caleb figured it had a lot to do with the professor's own taste, as well.
But, this wasn't a social visit and Caleb knew that. He took a seat and waited for Mr. Cavanaugh to sit as well. When offered, Caleb accepted the drink with a grateful nod. He took a gulp then settled the glass between his large palms. "Thank you for seeing me, sir." Caleb wasn't one for long, eloquent talks, so he got right down to it.
"I sang while we were captives. I hoped that I could reach someone who could help. Or, at the least...," he sighed, not enjoying the image that sprung to mind. "I put innocents in danger."