> > Teach walks out into the more cushy thick grass and sits down. He pats the spot next to him.
> > After hesitantly and almost grudgingly stepping on the platform, Logic stares down at her feet all the way up. Her arms are crossed, her head is down, and her shoulders are so tense they're almost in her ears. The platform stops, though, she barely acknowledges it. She's still just standing there, and with her eyes closed now, apparently
> > Teach looks from his spot in the grass. Well then. He gets up and walks back over to her. "Logic... c'mon. I-- er. Trying to-- please-- I-- you won't regret it I swear."
> > Logic says, "Because I have to