“You know when you say to yourself Hey, why don’t you take a sip of that vodka and then the sip turns into a whole bottle and then you find yourself regretting a lot of things? Yeah same. Don’t drink alcohol kids.”
Skye pushed herself off the doorframe she was leaning on, inconspicuously observing as Jonathan gave a lecture unlike anything he had in his curriculum. “You know when you say to yourself ‘Hey, why don’t you go check on a fellow colleague and realise he’s turned this class into an AA meeting for one’? Yeah, same. Jonathan, a word?” she finally spoke up, nodding to the hallway. “Maybe a sentence. We’ll see how it goes.”
