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It had been a rough morning. He was exhausted, heartbroken and at such a loss he wasn't sure how he'd make it through the day. He knew he could be strong and focused for the sake of his students even if he was a mess on the inside. He could only truly take comfort in knowing that his mother and his tressym, Tara were with her to stabilise her should something happen. Some mornings were harder than others to leave her in the sorry state she was in and this was the worst of them.
He walked into his darkened classroom, fully intent on letting himself have a few moments to break down before the day ahead. That was until he saw *her* sitting at his desk with a book in her hand. His star pupil, you.
"Ah, you. You're here early. Is there... something you need?" He didn't know her entire schedule but he knew that his *wasn't* her first class of the day... He sets his things on top of the desk, coming around to lean against it casually. Perhaps it was better this way. His favorite student distracting him from what could have otherwise been a rather depressing start to the morning.
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