He grew quiet as they walked towards the school, just letting the girls talk amongst themselves, and paying attention to it all. He was like this; quiet, unless spoken to directly. He was kind of off in his own little world, to be perfectly honest, attention equally split between paying attention to where he was going and what he was doing, and thinking about last night. It hadn't been the usual problem he experienced... maybe it was getting worse? Maybe, despite all his efforts, he'd still end up needing those damned pills? But he wouldn't give up so easily.<br/><br/>And yet, despite all the other thoughts, too, bouncing around his head, he doesn't really show it. He's got a somewhat blank look on his face; slightly smiling, happy, even. He really does have this nice, warm smile. Too bad it's fake.<br/><br/>When it came time to race, he just laughed lightly, and shook his head. He just kept on walking, going at his own pace, and letting the two girls run.  He would eventually get to the doors after them, and open them up, stepping inside.<br/><br/>"Hope you two do well in your classes. I'll see you in the music club, I suppose." He would say to them both, before heading off to his own classroom.  Unlike the others, he always settled somewhere in the middle of the classroom, but as close to the windows as he could get.