Conager walked with a slight sway in his steps, though still sturdy on his feet. His natural habit urged him to pinch at the bridge of his nose, as he always did when he was stressed of frustrated. The ringing in his ears seemed to grow louder with every step he took, until he felt someone's hand on his shoulder.<br/><br/>The initial feeling startled him, lifting his hand swiftly and batting it away aggressively as he swung around defensively. When blinking his eye, he looked through a slight blur and let out a soft, scoffy laugh through his nose. His newest favorite teacher. 'Here to my rescue' he thought to himself with a subtle smile.<br/><br/>"Oh, me? Now?" He shrugged. "Yeah, sure."<br/><br/>He about faced and headed in the direction of Sirius' office. Right off the bat, he sat sunken in the 'professional's couch', slouching as low as his lengthy body would allow. He tilted his head back on the rim, a little uncomfortably, but it was better than the class seats. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, causing him to flinch and squint at the repercussions of Caleb's foot meeting his ribs. He almost sat up, but converted to slow, shallow breaths, finally placing his thumb and forefinger on either side of his nose. A small pinch inward and then pushing up, her closed the gap and stifling the trickle of blood.<br/><br/>"Are you taking my husband away to be executed then?" he joked with an loose smile.