Quin grimaced slightly, seeing the bruise. “Lucky it wasn’t his right hook or there’d be no question.” he uttered softly as he moved a bit closer, crouching down so he could more comfortably feel Charlie’s ribs and stomach. His strong hand gently moved over the young fox’s bruise, the heat from him a soothing contrast from the ice. “Doesn’t feel like anything’s broken.” he said with a charming smile, hand lingering a moment before the bell rang, drawing him back.<br/>The older fox stood and took a step back, his face sporting a light blush. “You’re welcome to sit here long as you need, take the note with you when you’re ready.” he said in a hesitant but firm tone, clearly trying to get his mind back to work mode. He turned away from Charlie, making to leave his office. A few students hurried from the locker-rooms to the gym for roll call.