"I'm not about to let you try and distract me. Just think yourself lucky I don't have a notepad and that I'm not making notes on everything you're doing." Adelaide said with a shrug, "I could do. That'd make this really serious, then I'd have to start a file, just for you."
Not that she wouldn't anyway. She had bought enough files.
She watched him carefully anyway, how the cookie became a break between sentences, a chance to pull whatever he wanted to say from his mind, having a chance to filter it first, she supposed.
"It's a good way of coping. But of course only if everything's dealt with as well rather than ignored. I'm afraid that's what most of the students are going to be doing." She shrugged and pulled her hair over one shoulder, resting her head against the back of the chair to look at Scott.
Her eyebrow lifted. "What do you mean you don't know what I expect you to say? This isn't about what I want to hear, Scott. I know you've got a lot going on up here," she tapped her temple, "And it's just gonna get worse if you don't let it out somewhere. Maybe tell me about coming back, then? Back here?" She paused, "We touched on it in the emails..."