Wow. A box in the metro and she was standing here complaining because her mom wasn't that great. Jesus, now she felt like a shit. "Professor Madison?" A faint blush hit her cheeks and she half-smiled, shyly, because come on, nobody really got over hero crushes even if they were out of school now. "Yeah, I, uh, I had him for classes. He's really nice."
She reached out for him, then, her hand landing on his arm, small and light and holding on so tightly. "I can see why you'd be together and stuff. I mean," she breathed out a little laugh, wrinkling her nose, "how many people would stop and let some stranger blubber all over them? I, uh, I'm sorry about that, by the way. I swear, I'm normal most of the time. Really. It's just been a bad week." Or month. Or year.