Edward gave pause when his peer continued to talk to him, his mind first gravitating to the thought of what the stranger -- Tiger, he'd said -- wanted. Tiger. It.. Edward gave Tiger a mental once-over, finding the name to suit him. Edward reached up to rub the back of his neck when he realized what Tiger had focused on. "I.. I'm Edward," he offered in a low whisper, his voice a little weak. Edward seemed to shrink in his seat a little more, gesturing lamely to his laptop screen.<br/><br/>"Professor Hinkley is famous for being rather bland in his entry-level classes. I had him for his Psychology class last spring and I figured I had to take matters into my own hands.." It came off as a rather weak answer, but it was better than anything else he could have said. "Do.. um. Do you want a copy of my notes? I've got a simplified version, too, if you don't want all the extra definitions."<br/><br/>He had to make two copies, of course, but not for himself. He would usually make them up before classes and have to print off a copy of each for anyone in the house that took the class. It made it easier on him when study sessions came around; however, that only worked if they actually looked over the notes. By the end of last year, they had fallen into a routine and most of the guys were managing rather well with their grades. Edward didn't want to hope for anything, yet he still hoped it would continue that way.<br/><br/>Edward rather presumptuously pulled up his email and attached both notes sets to a new message, clicking on the To: column. He turned his laptop towards Tiger and gestured for him to put in his email. "I-I'm sorry, but I don't pay much attention to who I share a class with.. do, um.. do we share any other classes? What's your major?"<br/><br/>That nervous neck rub had returned and his cheeks remained a light pink. Even if they weren't trying to be quiet, his voice would have held that hushed tone. Habit, perhaps? He forced himself to remove his hand from his neck and opted to bring both his hands to his lap to wring together. It wasn't much better and he knew that, but maybe it wouldn't come across as so weak.