[He makes a face at the offer of her tutoring him. Listen, it's fine. Classes were boring even when he wasn't a depressed asshole hellbent on death, and now they just seem pointless.]

Sure, you could... but it'd probably be better for both of us to just accept we each got things we're better at. I'll let you handle that kinda thing if it comes up.

[the stupid banter is nothing if not comfortable and familiar. Nothing pressing, nothing world-ending, just two idiots who can barely function in different ways trying to help each other out. It makes the pit of his stomach feel like a void, a bit. Some sort of yearning for nostalgia that can't really exist again. But it's a regular enough feeling that he ignores it.]

Yeah, do your best. If it does happen, we can deal with it then. [Or. You can deal with it depending on the garment. He's aggressively not thinking about that.

Speaking of-- man, all her shirts look basically brand new? He tilts his head slightly, watching her slowly add one, before suggesting:]

You know, depending on what it is, you don't have to wash everything every time you put it on, right?