"Ouch."
Wen turned his body in accordance to Makoto's guiding hands. "Don't be such a stick in the mud. We're colleagues. We're gonna spend a year together. It's good to build a rapport."
With one final tug, Makoto rose to his feet. "It's not a problem." As he headed for the door, the brunette turned to face Wen. "You should be more careful next time." A smile peeked through his words, but before Wen had a chance to say anything, Makoto was gone.
Walking over to the redhead, Wen, without asking, invited himself to the bespectacled man's personal space. "Locke, what do you think about the security on the second floor? Weird, isn't it?"