[Blinks, snapping out of it before he can fall further into the depths of Cross-despair - and glances down at their joined hands. He feels as though he's lost the plot somewhere along the way here.
And then his gaze slides over to that bit of paper he'd dropped a minute ago.]
no subject
And then his gaze slides over to that bit of paper he'd dropped a minute ago.]
What would you be teaching, then...