[ Benny doesn't answer right away, just takes another sip from the glass, eyes flicking up at the strange moons that reflect shimmering patterns on the pool's water. Jack's words aren't wrong - hell, they're sorta kind, which Benny's always had trouble knowing what to do with.

He shifts on the barstool, shoulders loose, but there's still that faint tension beneath the surface. He feels like a man who hears footsteps long after the chase is over. ]

Rest's a funny thing. [ His voice is low, a hint of amusement threading through the gravel. ] You get used to livin' with your teeth bared long enough, you forget how to unclench.

[ He sets the glass down and pours a little more for himself. ]

Guess I'm still learnin' how to sit still. Might need a tutor.

[ Then, with a faint smirk, that familiar drawl slipping back in-- ]

You takin' students?