Kozue was a persistant girl. He bit his finger. Was she after something? Had she gotten it into her skull to try and make him patch things up? He'd grown used to people walking off once he'd rebuked them that he didn't know what to do.
He didn't really want to take her home. He didn't trust her enough for that. Besides, he was a gentleman. Unlike some, he'd been raised to follow standards and morales.
"I'm walking to the bus stop. Come if you must."
Was he leaving? Not quite yet. He was waiting for Kozue.