Not Here
He showed up after classes were done for the day. He wasn't even sure why he wandered over other than, perhaps, curiosity. The conversation the day before hadn't been unpleasant even if he'd felt like he'd put his foot in his mouth a couple times. So maybe he wanted to apologize for that? He really didn't need to, but it was a better reason than having none. And people sort of needed reasons to go talk to a counselor.
Right?
Right.
Wan made it to the door, had his hand poised to knock, even.
But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Because really? He didn't have a reason. And it would just be a waste of her time. She'd probably be more annoyed at him over that than him being a little thick-headed in answering questions.
What would he talk to her about anyway? How pretty the glitter made her look? Probably made her look? What if she took that to mean he thought she didn't look pretty without it?
Wan dropped his hand, stuck both in his pockets, and shuffled off. Maybe he should ask Gracie or Sadie about what to talk to the counselor about. They were girls, they might know. Maybe Professor Donovan. Since she was a teacher.
Yeah, that was a better idea. He could return some other time with a plan.