[Herbert just stares out the open door, and it is completely obvious to the room that something just happened, even if Herbert's pants have been pulled up and nothing is hanging out. He looks disheveled, his cheeks are red, and Maxim's acting like he just scored ... though doubtless many students would wonder at his apparently pride in scoring with someone like Herbert.

The smaller boy flushes in humiliation, any pleasant feeling he had in the afterglow draining away as he pulls himself jerkily to his feet and storms out of the closet, his chin held high and his expression haughty, ignoring the calls of the other students as he heads for the door.]