And I never thought I'd be so eager to see the back of you, he thought, in near complete agreement. It was desperately unfair. For a year he'd done little more than think of coming home to his family, and now he was ready to scatter it again. All for the best, of course - he glanced sidelong at him before turning his eyes back towards the trees past the gardens. There was no sense in confirming for him how very right he was, on the (rather slim) chance he didn't know already.
"No," he said lightly. "Things do change. Still, it's your last summer: better to make the most of it while you've still got it. It'll go by faster than you think." He supposed he wouldn't go with him to the train, this year.