Robbie managed to keep his expression from going sour when his hand was snatched up in a vice-like grip. Turning to the offending party, his bright, blue eyes sparked with something akin to curiosity. Judging from how this... Thomas had been fucking with the other boy earlier, he didn't seem to have a proper grasp on his emotions. A sense of clinical intrigue stirred up in him as Robbie wondered how far he'd be able to push him before he broke. But, that was something for another time.
"No, no. It's fine, don't worry about it!" Robbie said, the very picture of benevolence. Shifting his gaze to April, he listened to what she was saying. Ah, so it was hypergraphia. It wasn't the most self-destructive disorder, but it was still something. He shifted slightly in his seat and glanced over at the stacks of paper in her bag.
"Hypergraphia, huh? You must be a pretty good writer." Robbie stated with a smile, making a vague hand gesture at the stacks of paper mentioned before.
"What about you, Jack? What's your disorder?" Robbie asked, throwing out the question like it was the most normal thing in the world to be in a school full of "crazies". "Oh, you guys can call me Robbie, by the way. Only my mum calls me Robert."