You didn’t expect him to react like this, and you do still have some empathy left after all. You chase him down outside. His tears leave you stunned and speechless. He finally manages to squeak out, “thank you so much for telling me, I thought I was crazy all these years. That nobody else could smell what I smell.” You want to put a hand around his shoulder to comfort him, but you don’t want the stank to rub off on you, so you decide against it. A simple “you’re welcome” will have to suffice. You tell him to take ten minutes and shower in the old school locker room. As you’re walking back inside with him, Xavier passes you by, and motions you to come with him.