"I haven't asked them, no," Seb sighed, shrugging again. It was probably a good idea -- that's what the teachers were there for. But he'd had other things on his mind lately, between the calls from his sister and dealing with upset friends and, well, the trees. "Maybe I will. Or maybe it's the day. Trees must know about years in some way, I mean, they change with the seasons, right?" The leaves were already beginning to turn toward autumn.
Honey reached for his hand, and Seb looked down at their joined fingers for a moment, his eyebrows raised in mild surprise, before he squeezed back, looking up at his friend with a smile. "It's all right," he said, feeling a strange need to reassure her, even as she was trying to do the same for him. "I guess it's good to know. None of us really know -- what it was like for mutants before. We're lucky to have this school. You know?"