[Poggio]

Alex chuckled plucking himself off his chair. “you know looks can be deceiving but not this baby.” He took Kent by the arms, spun him around and pushed him into the chair forcing him into the comfort before walking over to his desk. “No I don't think I gave it to you, sorry.” He searched his desk for a pencil and paper that was clean of student scribble. Finally he found his pad of sticky notes and a pen. He wrote down his number while walking back to his chair and stuck the note on Kents forehead. “Never go for practical always comfort.” He noticed the man looked slightly paler, perhaps even a little sick. “Are you okay?”