An "awkward encounter" flag, yes.

You head back to the doors, and find yourself in a position you never expected to find yourself... Trying to avoid speaking to you crush, when he went out of his way to visit you at home out of a burning desire to see you. Well, okay, that was putting a bit of a salacious spin on it; he was, presumably, as concerned by the implications of your disappearance as Taylor had been, and didn't want to see his classmate dead. Still... He was lurking around outside your dorm building as you came back from lunch, and you really didn't want to have that conversation with him now. Not after the day you'd had, and not when it involves more stupid games.

But... You'd made a conscious decision to cut him loose twice now, and you'd feel like a real bitch if you couldn't at least tell him you were alive and out of imminent danger.

"Wyatt!" You call out to him, "Taylor mentioned you were looking for me. Sorry I'm so late - it took a while to actually see Ms. Devlin."

"Maya, you're okay!" Wyatt said, with evident relief, "We were so worried when you just disappeared... Taylor should have called me when she found you. What happened?"

Huh, Taylor hadn't called him? She really should have, come to think of it. You wonder why she didn't.

"Well, I really don't want to repeat the details again..." You say, cringing a bit, "But the Dean should have what she needs. My video wasn't as great as I'd hoped, though, so there's still a real chance that this could still fall through - I'm going to try to stay near Ms. Devlin for the next few days, see if there's anything more I can do to help. If you, like, have any ties to fanatics that we don't know about... Now would be a nice time for an introduction."

You're mostly joking about that last part, though you really wouldn't snub an introduction at this point. "Fanatics" had become a pretty dirty word after the world-wide condemnation of the first biker gang to **** a demon, but you were becoming increasingly certain that a demon hunter was your best hope out of this mess.

How messed up was it that you were hoping for a hate crime here?

"Hey, don't even joke about that," He replies, shaking his head... And trying to hide a smile, "Trying to get our teacher fired is problematic enough without bringing species into it."

"Hey, if she'd just teach our class normally, I'd be fine with it!" You protest, raising your hands defensively, "Seriously, a chance to learn about Satan worship from an actual creature of Hell? That'd be super-interesting! I just didn't sign up to participate in Satan worship."

Wyatt just raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

"Okay, is that because I'm interested in Satanism, or because of the ugly historical parallels here?" You reply, squinting, "Because I shouldn't have to explain how a supernatural creature differs from the fundamentally irrelevant differences between humans, or why it would be interesting to learn about the world's fastest-growing religion from an actual expert. Kind of hard to tell which part you're complaining about."

"You really have to ask?" Wyatt asked with a smile, "But joking aside, it is kind of eyebrow-raising to be interested in Satanism here. Are you going to be joining the 'Hail Satan' chorus next?"

"I object to school prayer of any sort," You respond primly, "This is a state university, not a Christian university. Or, uh, Satanic university, I guess. But that aside, it's interesting to learn what others believe isn't it? Satanism isn't especially different from the other Abrahamic faiths, and it's more relevant than, say, Zoroastrianism. I'd be kind of irked that we wouldn't be learning about how these intersect with the various Eastern faiths, but..."

"Okay, okay, I get it," Wyatt gently interrupts, raising his hands defensively, "I just wanted the easy A, but you were genuinely interested in the course. Can we get back to talking about the demon in the room, please?"

You give a cautious glance around the room at Wyatt's words. You were 99% sure that was just a figure of speech, but...

"I'm taking care of it," You reply, "If there's anything you know that can help, it'd be a huge help, but otherwise... Just lay low for a couple of weeks, and we'll know if this plan worked or not."

You choose not to mention the fact that if your plan didn't work, you'd probably be Ms. Devlin's personal servant or something, but... He didn't need to know that.

"Just... Lay low, while you did all the work?" Wyatt asks, shifting around uncomfortably, "Well, that sounds kind of lame of me, but I guess I can't complain about the results. Nothing else I should worry about?"

"No, not really," You reply, shaking your head, "Maybe stay away from me if I do start 'Hail Satan'ing, I guess, but everything is pretty much in motion now. Not that I'd complain if you could think of a way to help. Just, unless it's a fanatic hookup, run it by me first so we don't end up getting in each other's way?"

"Can do," He nods, "Nothing comes to mind, but I'll sleep on it; maybe I'll think of something."

He flashes you a smile as the two of you part ways, and... Huh, it doesn't quite make your heart flutter the way you expected. You'd just had your first real conversation with him, where he was genuinely concerned for you and you felt like you had real chemistry, and... It just didn't work for you the way you'd imagined it would. Like he was a bit too rough or something.

...Well, what were you expecting? You were dead on your feet after a sex marathon and an existential crisis, and you were still fretting about how to survive the week. These were far from the most romantic or arousing circumstances. Shaking your head, you make your way back to your room and collapse into bed.