Heather almost opened her mouth to tell hithrm that his Dad had probably seen his Mom that way, but she didn't want to see the dark clouds shade his eyes. "It's all about the look you give." Her nose did scrunch a little, "sometimes I wish I was still a girl. There are things about this place that make me want to go look for an adult." Or someone that was more adult than she was, but then there had been times she felt that way about Jericho too.
She smiled at him though. "I'm better than I was. How're you?" Whether it was the music that she had queued up that hummed in the headphones on her shoulder, or the fact that he had sought her out she didn't say. But the smile on her face should have. Especially with the way he leaned against the door like he was, just then.