His shoulders drop down from where they'd ratcheted up at the thought of having to read in front of kids and- damn if that isn't pathetic. He was good with kids before, great in fact! And now he can't handle them in groups larger than three and even then three's a struggle. York covers his brief bout of maudlin self loathing with a cleared throat and slight shrug, smile tugging crooked and wry at the scarred corner of his mouth. "Thanks, man. We'll get you back to class on time, cross my heart."