Armani can't help it. He instinctively recoils as the Freshman moves in for a kiss and it's only a small relief when the kid freezes. "It's--" he struggles, voice strained. The monstrous tree outside might be preferable to the true Nightmare that is uncomfortable social situations.

In a quiet, timid voice, he asks, "-- We don't have to kiss them... right?" He can't tear his eyes away from the Freshman. Like a Weeping Angel; if he blinks, they're gonna get him. "It's something else we have to do... right??"