"Yeah, the first class was... Well it was ridiculous, and he was totally disruptive, but I got some good advice from the woman who works with him. Josie Clarke? So, things are going better. Not great. Like I said, I think he still hates me, but the deaththreats have stopped, so..." He shrugged and grinned at her, "But you're not supposed to know so..." He gave her a meaningful look. He trusted her enough to know not to bring it up. He'd probably get in some serious trouble. Or a slap on the wrist and a few more sessions he'd have to teach before he was off the hook.
It was time to drop it, apparently, but there was definitely a secret. He'd hoped she'd trust him enough to share--after all, she pretty much knew all of the gritty aspects of his past--but maybe it was darker than he thought? How interesting would that be? "We are." He pushed himself away from the counterand headed toward the living room, "Um... Preferences?"