Schroeder shook his head, already feeling like a failure. "No, no. Do what you want. It's your hair, its your life."
"I'm alright." Schroeder decided saying as little as possible would keep him out of further trouble. He walked ahead of her to open the door, clearly looking nervous. "I've missed you..." he was afraid to let those three words slip, but it was the truth and at some point it was bound to come out.