Still staring blankly down at his hands, Jake took a large breath in and nodded. "I will," he murmured. "I'll try, in any case."

Pressing each of his finger tips together over and over again in a sort of rhythm, getting faster and faster, Jake bit his lip in worry. "What happened with that chair... am I going to get in trouble for what I-" Jake broke off, staring intently at Professor Morgan's face. He'd caught sight of a movement out of the corner of his eye, and had turned to look around, and now wished he hadn't. "Why are you crying?" Did I hurt her? Jake thought worriedly, for this was the first time he could remember feeling bad about making someone upset. "What did I do?"

Hang on... wooooahhhh... Jake stared incredulously at Professor Morgan for a second, shocked. "You... proud? Of... of... of me?" Jake didn't understand. He'd been acting like a coward and a total imbecile, people hated him and then he turned up here acting like a complete infant. Shaking his head, Jake opened his moth to say something, but a noise startled him.

Listening to Kayla with slightly wide eyes, Jake nodded. "Yeah, I mean, please... He told me to go see him in private to talk about it, but I'm pretty sure he meant because of all the others in the office by that point... I'd really appreciate it when I go... but a couple of girls were taking him to see that mirror... on the 6th floor..." Jake shook his head to stop the nervous rambling, and just nodded, before his voice broke up again. At her next words, Jake didn't know quite what to say. "You... you did?" he asked quietly, pulling his knees up and hugging them. "That's..." he looked to the Professor, unable to finish his sentence.

Empathy; not Jake's strong point, even if the situations did have small similarities.