*doesn't quite glance down at your hand, and doesn't remove his from the doorknob* *actually smiles at you (something sparkling, something teasing, so like the boy he was)* Little late for that, isn't it? *and whether he means the stupid part or the hurt part, he isn't quite sure*
*sighs* *leans in quickly and presses a chaste kiss to your hairline* I'll see you Monday, Finduilas. Don't worry about a thing.