He calms a little, though whether it's her hand on his arm or her agreement that has him relaxing is unclear. He just nods, trying to force his breath closer.

He leads her there, even though he hesitates for a few seconds at the door, before opening it. The scene is much the same as he left it. The crusted dried stain of sweat on the floor where he fell, but also on his sheets, and the jumpsuit that is flung over the back of the chair. The shards of shattered class still lay on the sink.