Wren turns a glare so icy and cold onto the teacher that it could put out the goddamn sun. So, he did see the kiss. If he knows Fitz is talking about him, then he must have done. “I’m far from defective, Doc. One can only imagine that she was hoping to garner my attention. In which case…” He looks back over at us, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “She has it.” The class erupts into a chorus of shouts so loud and boisterous that Doctor Fitzpatrick has to pound his fist against the white board to get everyone to settle down.
