[He closes the door, and remains facing it; his student can likely see the shame weighing on the back of his neck, tilting his head downward.]

It's... complicated. But it matters not for the time being, I suppose.

[By the time he turns to face Atem, he's got a lopsided grin on, one betrayed only by the furrow in his brow.]

What matters is that there is work to be done.