It was like dropping a rock into a silty pond, she reflected. How a single thing could set off a storm of emotions. Old habits were so easy to fall into, it could be easy to forget, if she'd just let go of the grudge she was clinging to.
She bit hard at her lower lip before she picked up her own bag, slinging it over her shoulder.
"I know," she said finally, once she trusted her voice not to betray the emotions, once they'd started to settle back down. "I know it ... I know they mean it."
But do you, she wondered as she gazed at him. She realized she'd bitten her lip bloody when she tasted the copper tang of it, and she winced slightly as she made her teeth release her lip. She ran her tongue over it to explore the extent of the damage, frowning at herself.
Questions tumbled over each other in a rush to cross her lips, but she held them back. "We're going to be late," was all she allowed out - then she wondered if he even had a class after this, or if he had a free period. Things like this, she would have known before.