Cian's breath caught when he was inevitably noticed, and squeezed his eyes closed. His legs felt weak when he turned to face the other man and pulled his bag with him to hold against his stomach, and nodded with a little grimace. He didn't look directly at the man---it felt impossible to do so, but he did spy a folder in his hand. That had to be how he knew Cian's name. He was sure he could slip the file away without even touching it---This man, though Cian was so caught up in him, didn't need to know Cian's family history. Who he was related to. What he could or couldn't do and just how famous his family was. No doubt his parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles would be listed there.

He shuddered inwardly, biting back a terrified moan. "Ah... Just... wanted to... wanted to come here... It's quiet... N-not many people here wh-when... classes are on." He felt like breaking down---but then, he always felt like breaking down when he was confronted. It was stronger now that he couldn't fight the chemically-altered emotions that were bubbling in the pit of his stomach.