For some reason that seemed to cheer the teenager up a little bit. He was accustomed to being an outcast. But now that he had perked up, he felt a little bad for it.
"Oh?" he asked. "Why do you say that?" he asked. They had been standing around in the same spot in the garden since they had bumped into one another, and now Honjo was beginning to forget his surroundings. He could have been struck in the head with a ball and not noticed. All focus was on her.