"I have plans."

"I think I'm gonna be busy studying history," shrugs Tyler.

"Fine, whatever."

Lunch ensues. 

After which Tyler has Econ.

Suspicious Individual #1 seems to be attending this class.

As does Suspicious Individual #2.

Gosh, Suspicious Individual #2! Hi! He hasn't met you yet, so he moves to sit nearby.

"Hello."

"Hey. That seat's taken."

"It's not taken," says Suspicious Individual #1.

"Thanks." Tyler smiles at Scott and takes a seat.

Then he turns to The Other. "So, what's your name?"

"M-"

Oh did somebody kick Scott. Who could that be.

"Stiles, call me Stiles."

"M– Stiles," nods Tyler, smiling a little. "Got it."

"Do anything exciting last night?"

"Went out with Danny. To a club."

"Oh, you're gay? Do you find me attractive?" 

"I'm sorry. Normally we don't let him talk to the general public." 

"What, do you keep him locked up or something?"

"Don't worry, I have a safeword." 

"Hey, chuckleheads! Shut it, save it for after class."

Aww.

Tyler does shut up. At least briefly.

Luckily, this conversation about equilibrium moves on, and the teacher stops paying attention to them.

"Nice that you have a sense of humor, buried under the brooding look."

"Scott, he thinks we're not funny."

"He just said you have a sense of humor, that's exactly what he didn't say."