He nodded. It was starting to hurt less to talk about them, more fond memories bubbling to the surface than the smell of charred wood and burnt flesh lingering in the summer air. But it was still painful, and he was pretty sure it would always be.
"I should probably get back to the school, actually. But thank you for your time. I think the rest of today might turn out better." He stood and picked up his jacket and his box of cookies. "Do you need an escort home?"