Quin's ears quirked, "Alright. You wanna just sit here until you catch your breath?" he asked lightly, the bell to signal start of the next class would ring soon. There was an influx of noise as his next class headed to the locker-room to get themselves ready.<br/>After a moment of hesitation Quin moved closer to Charlie, retrieving a pen and note pad from his desk. "Chemistry you said..." he uttered as he jot down a quick note, leaning gently on his desk beside the young fox, close enough the warmth of his body could be felt. "You have Harding?" he asked softly as he tore the note from the pad, setting the pen aside.