well, that was definitely a good distraction from how attractive mr. peterson was. elia was failing her classes? not only that, but she wasn't going to them in the first place? besides that, how could she not be listening to the man when she was there? lord knows kai would have difficulty paying attention to anything but those fantastic cheekbones - okay, so maybe he wasn't completely distracted from the man's face. still, he hadn't realized how bad it could possibly have been. his sister claimed everything was perfect, that she was going to class and doing well. she was a smart girl, and everyone knew that. how could she be letting everything fall apart like this? how could she be feeling like she couldn't talk to kai about any of this? it must have been his fault. so angry with his parents for how they'd reacted to his coming out, he'd shut them out for some time, and elia by association. he'd only just started to mend his relationship with his family before their parents died. even then, though, it had been two years now; how long had elia been letting her life slip away without telling him? it was terrifying.
"sh-she…" planting his elbows on the desk, he put his head in his hands, fingers sliding through his hair. "she told me it was all okay. i thought she was fine, i never even thought twice when she didn't show me her midterm report…" taking a deep breath, kai tried his best to hold it together, but that was difficult given the massive blow he'd just received. "i have no idea what i'm doing," he said, mostly to himself, though he looked up to mr. peterson slowly, eyes growing wetter. "i don't know how to be a parent. i can't tell when she's lying, i can't tell when she's not okay. i just take everything she says for granted because she's my sister. fuck if i know how do actually make her do anything - uh, pardon my french." swallowing thickly, he sat up, straightening his shirt and threading fingers through his hair nervously. how embarrassing was this? he was practically breaking down in front of a total stranger, and a rather attractive one at that. "…sorry, uh, mr. peterson. i'm sure you have better stuff to deal with than a grown adult starting to cry in your classroom." laughing nervously, cry wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve, the scratchy fabric nothing near what he'd normally wear, but he'd meant to try and give the impression that he was at least a little mature. now, kai could only imagine he seemed the furthest from that as possible, his eyes unable to stay dry for long.