"First thing in the morning." His simper faded, a soft smile taking its place atop his lips. He raised a hand to rub at the back of his neck, craning his head to the side awkwardly when their conversation turned silent. The quiet seemed tense, somehow - like a chord that desperately needed severing. His teeth found the corner of his bottom lip, biting down uncomfortably. The Hell was wrong with him lately? "Yo, look... I know the field trip prolly wasn't on your to-do list, so," he paused, looking elsewhere, "Thanks... for puttin' up with my shit. I know I'm not the easiest guy to get on with, sometimes... shocking, I know, right?" He laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll get ya back your book club soon as I can, yea?"