Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.
"And what if you don't overlook it? What are you gonna do? I'm shaking."
"Maybe, but I think there are situations with less catastrophic consequences to test my models of myself."
"Oh dear, are we on the brink of catastrophe? That sounds troubling. I might feel pressured, Sadde."
"Yes, the horrible catastrophe of not kissing me. It can be avoided pretty easily, however."
"You can stand not being kissed, for you are already enduring it."
"I can stand it, but why should I when there's such a simple solution to this plight?"
"Because I haven't thought for a year yet. It's not often I have my judgment so starkly called into question. It changes everything."
"One's opinion when so impaired should not be taken as evidence of anything, especially not evidence of any fault in your judgment."
"You're still walking a fine line claiming to be impaired. Especially what with me being your captain, too."
'I could show you' maybe goes a little bit too far, so he doesn't say it.
"I just don't know, it's clear you'll say anything at this point."
He flops back onto the bed. "Uuuugghhhh you wiiiinnn you're the best at verbal jousting now can we kiiiissssss?"
...he is not questioning it this time, he has Learned A Lesson. He beams and—well is she coming to him or is he coming to her, what's the logistics of it? He floats and extends his arms for a hug because that seems best.
...he is actually kissing Lorica he is not sure his blood-deprived brain can handle that except yes it can so much smooch.