Edward felt a little more than sheepish realizing that Tiger hadn't been serious. He honestly wouldn't have minded missing out on a lecture he'd watched YouTube videos of from other school, but that made him come off as uncaring about school. "Oh, right.." he said, chuckling with embarrassment. More coffee in his system would fix that, and he kept working to finish his coffee to do just that. He looked up at Tiger with his sudden stop, stopping eith him and feeling himself wither a little. "My.. oh."<br/><br/>He brought his left hand up to his coffee again, his right fingers trying to bring his sleeve up to cover the bright Velcro-laden eyesore. "This.. um. Nothing, I just gripped the bar wrong at the gym. Nothing big. It's just a light sprain." There he went, shrinking right back into his shell as Tiger put an arm around him. "I-I'm not much of a fighter.. I just help the guys out with their workouts.. I'm still getting the hang of it."<br/><br/>Tiger made yet another offer, his tone free of any strings or subtle undertones. Edward seemed a little more receptive to it, but taking Tiger up on such an offer would prove his statement to be a lie. That was something he didn't really not to risk,<i>especially </i>not with how cool Tiger seemed to be. "You don't have to take any time out of your schedule. It's fine. I don't think I'll really use what I've got now."<br/><br/>Edward gave another sip to his coffee, reaching to push the handicap button on the door of the science wing so they wouldn't have to struggle with it. He stepped in first, "You work at a gym or something, then? That.. seems fitting. No offense. Just... You're fit?" He could feel the stupid radiating off himself.