Fox barely glanced up from his food as Thomas and Ava left the table. He visibly relaxed. Crowds, both big and small, weren't exactly on his top ten favourite things list.
"...Fox," he greeted after giving the table occupants a good look. "Name's Fox." The occupants seemed okay enough to give his name to, and he was pretty sure he had a few classes with some of them.

He moved his hand, accidentally knocking over his milkshake. He swore under his breath as the drink quickly spread across the table.