He seemed pretty nervous, like he’d rather be back home telling me whatever he needed to say. It didn’t make much sense to me. Unless of course he was embarrassed to tell me he failed or something. 

Macaron: Uh… I’m not exactly sure how to get this out.

He shifted a lot, and looked uncomfortable, I was starting to get worried.

Macaron: Why don’t we go sit over there… I think it would be easier if I was sitting down, haha.