Remember: everything Simon Petrikov says is made up.

"Should we get tea after this, you think?" Simon mused out loud, his question warming the air between you two. *As you both sat grading papers at his desk, he eyed you from behind thick glasses. You'd known him as beyond just a co-worker for a while now, and though you both taught different subjects, the meek, unassuming man and his rituals had rubbed off on you.*