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 Almost a full minute had passed since Toby had last spoken, maybe forty-five seconds. Bruno had yet to answer his question, and a few other students had addressed Bruno since. He'd probably want to speak to them first. What Toby had said wasn't really important. He hadn't even wanted to say it really. He was just trying his best to be polite. God knows he didn't really feel like being affable.

Toby sighed silently, the fingers of his right hand tapping nervously on the desk and his left hand's knuckles being savagely bitten. His feet didn't quite touch the ground in his seat and were swinging back and forth rapidly. And something seemed off about his breathing. It was deep and ragged, as if he'd just been running a long distance. He didn't reach for his inhaler, however, too lost in his own thoughts. He had a lot to think about, to say the least.