Kaspar frowned at his laptop, then shut it, sighing very quietly. Whatever mess Lev had gotten himself into... he couldn't work up any sympathy for him. He was probably hungover, or something similar. Kaspar folded his glasses and slipped them into his jacket pocket, walking without much hurry to his father's dorm.

Sick? Maybe. But more than likely a cold, something the man was trying to get pity out of. Or perhaps the affections of the nurse. Kaspar rolled his eyes, sneakers crunching on the gravel path. Hopefully all he would have to do would be make an appearance and Mariya would handle the rest. He had no patience for Lev and his antics.

He stopped outside his father's door, knocking lightly with his knuckles, expression tired and blank. "Hello?"