[ Altogether, a flick upon the forehead is among the most harmless methods which Solange has used to rouse those parties guilty of truancy from slumber. In one such case, he even dropped a textbook upon a 'sleeping beauty's' face, but that... Well, it had certainly been well-deserved, a comeuppance long overdue for a prank, and Solange had been (somewhat) apologetic afterward, taking responsibility for the nosebleed he had caused.

In this case, though, Gabe only startles, the other student's voice still thick with sleep even as he causes something of a commotion—altogether, it is rather endearing: the scarf, the rapid blinking, the proclivity to jump immediately into theatrics...

It all feels rather nostalgic, in a way Solange cannot quite explain.

And so: he only smiles, canting his head as he withdraws back, through the truck window, if only to open the door and station himself in the passenger seat. ]

I am merely here to ensure that you make it to your afternoon class on time.

[ Relaxing back, into the seat, Solange is able to understand why Gabe is so fond of napping here, of all places—it is pleasantly warm, the leather of the interior is comfortable, and if Solange himself weren't careful...

Maybe, just maybe, he'd slip into a doze. ]

Think of me as your escort, if you will. [ Giving pause, Solange makes to glance at his wrist-watch rather than at his cellphone to check the time. ] We've fifteen minutes, yet, to make it back to campus proper.