[of course tim doesn't look thrilled to have been summoned, and he supposes it's doubled by the fact that hawk is the one to have initiated it and that others seem curious about the abnormal circumstances. but hawk ignores them, waiting to fall into place behind tim and lock up the classroom once its emptied out. unfortunately for tim, the comments about lunch back at the dorm fly over his head in the sense that he assumes tim plans to simply eat food at the dorm while attempting to catch up, not that the food in his dorm room is all he has left. if he did, it would have him wonder uncomfortably just how hard up he is for cash - and what that means he's willing to do to get more of it. especially now that he's not getting an extra five-hundred bucks a week from hawk.
an uncomfortable silence envelops them on the walk to his office, even though he prefers to bring everything up with the added privacy of a closed door and no one likely to interrupt unless craig happens to saunter down the hallway and off to the right from the sociology wing. hawk's got a whole corner to himself at the opposite end, and it's not the first time tim has been here by any means, but he can guess with confidence it'll definitely be the most awkward. he holds open the door for his student, waving a hand to usher him inside before closing it behind them and heading towards the solid mahogany desk in front of a wall of books and dc trinkets, gifts from dean smith and accolades from his own time at the university.
he presses his hands together, elbows on the desk and leans forward to listen to tim's apology.]
It's alright. I'm not worried about the outline, and I'll accept it, on one condition.
[his eyes try to seek out what this might be, if he'd gone and fucked it all up with his mistake. is this all his fault?]
You haven't been yourself in class lately. Quiet. Keeping to yourself.
You were - mentioned at our recent department faculty meeting, actually. Everyone's under the impression you've been out of character.
[his lips purse slightly, fingers flexing against each other.]
I imagine I'm the last person you want to hear this from, but are you alright?
[his hands part, palms going flat against the shiny, lacquered surface as he leans in and drops his voice.]
Is this - because of what happened over break?
[what happened between us? is the unspoken implication.]
no subject
[of course tim doesn't look thrilled to have been summoned, and he supposes it's doubled by the fact that hawk is the one to have initiated it and that others seem curious about the abnormal circumstances. but hawk ignores them, waiting to fall into place behind tim and lock up the classroom once its emptied out. unfortunately for tim, the comments about lunch back at the dorm fly over his head in the sense that he assumes tim plans to simply eat food at the dorm while attempting to catch up, not that the food in his dorm room is all he has left. if he did, it would have him wonder uncomfortably just how hard up he is for cash - and what that means he's willing to do to get more of it. especially now that he's not getting an extra five-hundred bucks a week from hawk.
an uncomfortable silence envelops them on the walk to his office, even though he prefers to bring everything up with the added privacy of a closed door and no one likely to interrupt unless craig happens to saunter down the hallway and off to the right from the sociology wing. hawk's got a whole corner to himself at the opposite end, and it's not the first time tim has been here by any means, but he can guess with confidence it'll definitely be the most awkward. he holds open the door for his student, waving a hand to usher him inside before closing it behind them and heading towards the solid mahogany desk in front of a wall of books and dc trinkets, gifts from dean smith and accolades from his own time at the university.
he presses his hands together, elbows on the desk and leans forward to listen to tim's apology.]
It's alright. I'm not worried about the outline, and I'll accept it, on one condition.
[his eyes try to seek out what this might be, if he'd gone and fucked it all up with his mistake. is this all his fault?]
You haven't been yourself in class lately. Quiet. Keeping to yourself.
You were - mentioned at our recent department faculty meeting, actually. Everyone's under the impression you've been out of character.
[his lips purse slightly, fingers flexing against each other.]
I imagine I'm the last person you want to hear this from, but are you alright?
[his hands part, palms going flat against the shiny, lacquered surface as he leans in and drops his voice.]
Is this - because of what happened over break?
[what happened between us? is the unspoken implication.]
Talk to me.