A tiny sigh escaped Luke and his eyes once again wandered to the pillow he was holding, away from Chris. “Yes. We fought." His voice was terse, despite Chris' reassuring words. He let his hands fall still and unconsciously brought the pillow a little closer to his chest protectively, a that triggered the familiar tingling tug that told him a slightly more solid defense was manifesting too. Although Luke's little self-shield technique had already given him away to his parents, he was beginning to like the shell. Since no one could see it, it was only a problem if he was close to other people. Besides, it made him feel safe. Comforted.
"We yelled at each other and said things we didn't... we... shouldn't have... and then it was over and we haven't spoken since." Except for the walking home part, Luke couldn't exactly talk about that without talking about why he'd walked her home in the first place, and he was pretty sure that if he mentioned the fact that he thought the school was falling down because Lizzie had put a weird illusion in his brain, he was going to be sent straight to the loony bin.