[Belatedly, it registers that D isn't just resting his hands there still. It's still not enough to have him yanking himself away or anything even close, but he does pause in his speaking to consider it. He's slowly easing up, despite himself, and it's not like it feels bad... It feels pretty damn good after everything he's been through, actually. He shouldn't complain.]

There's always back in high school... Spanish was horrible. Isn't that pretty close to Italian, too? [His eyes are drifting closed for now, so he kind of just lets that happen.] There were a few cases where it would have come in handy, too...

[So he spent all night studying intensely to try and help the case, and got nowhere. Probably.]