Michael got startled but recovered quick enough to quip: "Maybe that would help. Get an even closer look at things."<br/><br/>With a sigh, he added right afterwards: "Maybe I should just bag this class. Every other time feels like a new solid wall I'm bangin' my head against." He had ran his hand through his hair which turned out to be yet another mistake as his fingers involuntarily closed around his locks just as he was pulling away - pulling them instead. "Ow!" He gave a slight growl afterward, although with a glance back at the papers it was hard to say which he was growling at.<br/><br/>Michael really didn't want to drop a class. His scholarship didn't cover all expenses and though he had contributed what he could, even selling his prized bike, there was no forgetting the bulk of things was being covered by his parents, with supplement from his fraternal twin brother, even....As such, Michael had vowed to make the absolute most of his time here. Much as he enjoyed it for the independence, priority number 1 was learning. He would apply himself wholly to every class and get all that he could out of them.<br/><br/>But it was the story of his life all over again: application was only half of the formula.<br/><br/>"And how is your confidence fairing?" he asked in a lighter tone which belied his struggles, shifting the focus to Florence as much to take it off himself as to be considerate; moving his things aside some to welcome her with more space.