Tuesday had butterflies, and that was a bit of a strange feeling when the two of them had been together and then broken up bitterly. It just felt so different, and she didn't know if it was the long absence from each other or something else... but she'd really missed him. Enough so that she'd probably think before she said something thoughtless or cutting.
She wanted to reach over and scratch her fingers through his scruff when he smiled and looked over at her, but she didn't. This was more difficult than she'd thought it was going to be in some ways, like wanting to have her hands on him and wanting him to touch her. Her smile faded a little at his question. "I'm okay," she said, lifting one hand to twist a strand of the hair that tumbled around her shoulders. "I had a fight with a friend, and just... was feeling bad about things." Like him, and missing him and wishing it had all worked out differently.