[His reaction makes him relax a little more, the door sliding shut behind him as he moves his way to his desk, grabbing one of his library books and two sheets of scratch paper to slip the single periwinkle in-between and closing it. He'd grab something to press it down a little more later, but that was good enough for now.

Turning in his chair to the center of the room again he sighs, shaking his head.]

No. Haven't talked to him since last week, and he's not responding to messages. I'm...trying to give him some space.