Boomer felt something in her hand, like she was tense or maybe nervous. When she spoke, it seemed as though she wasn't saying what she wanted to say. Still, he replied to her question. "Yeah, they're still there. I'm actually a little on edge right now, since I'm so used to people barging into where I am when I least want them there. Ruining a moment, you know?" His thumb rubbed her hand along the crook between her thumb and forefinger, gliding easily over her smooth skin.<br/><br/>Outside the door, the Professor debated challenging this mystery boy's norms. It sounded like he was putting moves on Bubbles and since she seemed to be making a few of her own, chances were good it would progress. His fatherly instincts were locked in mortal combat with his logical mind, so he crept away before the instincts could finish their opponent.