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Artemis closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, preparing himself for what she was inevitably going to say, as she had done before. She sat in front of him across his desk, twisting her hands somewhat nervously.
"Erm… could you kind of help me out with the physics homework we got last week?"
He released the breath, and steeled himself for what would probably be a lengthly explanation on the structure of the atom, when something he did not expect happened.
There was a pause. Artemis opened his mismatched eyes in surprise.
"Yes?" He attempted to smile invitingly, remembering what Butler had told him on the common laws of conversation; then promptly stopped, remembering what Beckett had said about that particular smile.