silly to worry about

Summary

That afternoon, Wing sat differently than usual. Instead of his place by Firebreak's bar, he settled by a table right next to a window. Not very good for any conversation. When asked, he noted something about having to catch up on studying with an awkward smile.

Though once it started raining, that intent seemed to have gone out of the window. Perhaps literally, considering Wing was too busy staring out of it to notice he was absentmindedly drumming his fingers on a page he hadn't turned in at least half an hour.