Little Reader

Brett was so proud this morning when he looked over to find Callum like this-

...despite the popped collar.  He figured C had found one of the photographs in a fairly "wordy" magazine, but no...

He was pondering a figure in the text.  Callum noticed Brett watching him, and started asking questions.  Five seconds later, Brett found himself trying to explain the molecular genetics of mammalian brain development.  To Callum. In detail.  Granted no leeway for the fact that this was cutting-edge research, or that it was way over his (Brett's) head.

Brett appreciated his inquisitiveness, but ended up feeling like Callum was disappointed with the quality of explanation he could provide.

This could be trouble.