The professor was barreling toward me with purpose. He seemed to have sobered up since last we spoke. And was his hair kind of wet? I briefly wondered if it was from sweat or water, and then decided I didn’t really want to know either way.
“I’ve come to apologize,” he said forcefully. “I realize—”
“Tell you what,” I interrupted. “You’ll be forgiven for essentially forcing yourself on me earlier if you leave me alone. Forever. Starting right now.”
He looked like a fish out of water. “But…I’d rather not.”
Jon shot me a look that said, “Is this guy for real?” I responded with a look that said, “Unfortunately, yes.”
I sighed. “Joseph, you’re drunk.”
“No I’m not,” he said, sounding rather unsure of himself. “And even if I was, that doesn’t change how I feel.”
“How you…feel?”
“I honestly
