He looked over at her. There was no one else around them just then. For a moment, they were alone. He knew her features better than his own, perhaps, surely he had looked on them far more often than he ever looked in a mirror.
By being friends with her, perhaps he had been fooling both of them, perhaps being away from her would be better for both of them. If she had forgiven him. If he'd had a chance to make it up... to show her...
"I don't know."
And then he turned his eyes forward and focused on walking, because he had to keep away from the look in her eyes.