Lydia pulls into her parking spot and laughs a little, parking the car and pulling the keys out of the ignition. His worry about being late is legitimate, she gets that; it's not something she's used to worrying about, but she understands where he's coming from with it, anyway.

"Don't worry, I got it covered. I'll walk you to class and talk to your teacher. Easy peasy, they all love me. I'll just say I lost track of time with a touch point tutoring session with you, trying to help you navigate what you're already good to go with and what you need to catch up with given your sudden curriculum change. You're good," she promises before getting out of the car and waiting until his door is open to click the lock.