His gaze tracks upward, to the sky, and he tilts his chin up just a bit to get a better look. "Mmm, y'know, stars," he mumbles, noncommittally, letting his chin fall back against his hands. His tone softens, goes a little careful. "Finals." A breath, like a sigh. "Everything that comes after finals."

Yancey laughs, a little sheepish. "Maybe I could stand to think a little more about the actual classwork, eh?"