Terrence missed the days when Quaffle and Katie were happier to see him, too, but he had resigned himself to the fact that things had changed. Everything had changed, all of his relationships, not just his friendship with Katie. Even his relationship with Ella had changed, though that was for the better. He felt closest to Katie of most of the other people he knew, had been the most honest with her about a lot of things, and the fact that he was still welcome here was a good thing. He didn't know whether it would ever get back to the way it was, but he preferred her real opinions of him even if they were negative to the blissful ignorant opinions she'd held when she was under the potion.
"Hey," he said. He didn't say more until he'd gotten inside and the door was closed behind him, until he was out of earshot of anyone that might pass by. "Yeah. The cut's fine, it'll heal. Stuck with the other bit, though, at least for now."
His Mark, he meant. He hadn't been entirely truthful when he'd said that the cut had been an accident. It was unlike his usual desires to get himself beat up in a fight, to feel alive through pushing his body to take as much as it possibly could. He'd just needed the tiny, brief feeling of being rebellious, of not being complacent with the tattoo on his arm, since he hadn't been doing anything much to genuinely subvert it. That wasn't going to last long, though.