Alex shrugged. "It's okay. I told Dad the same thing, actually. The other day Mona and I went out to the treehouse, and we didn't even talk. We just sat on the deck and..." He shrugged again. "Just sat."
They hadn't even snogged, much. Just sat together and thought about nothing.
He opened the oven door a crack to check the potatoes, then leaned against the counter again. "Do you think they'll ever let us go back to school? Not that it's like, horrid, being home, but it's just weird. I miss the library and stuff."