Juno felt her stomach drop somewhere between 'we need to talk,' and 'Caden.' As Sam attempted to explain, she walked almost woodenly over to the small table in the corner of the small room, and sat down, picking at the corner of one of her text books.
"What about it?" she asked, trying not to sound as defensive as she felt. "I've seen you guys all of twice since I've been back, and once was in the middle of a crisis. That seems perfectly normal to me." Maybe a little too normal? "What is this really about, Sam?"