[Damn, that's some real-ass bitterness. That's more bitter than his own lowkey consistent pettiness? He'd be impressed if it weren't directed at him; as it stands, he feels a little guilty.

But not that guilty.]

I was trying to offer to stack some papers, but alright, I can see you're awfully busy preparing your next lecture. I'll go and put these cups in a sink somewhere, shall I? After all, I'm too immature to do anything but tell you that you're right all the time.