[Well. It works. He'd been paranoid he'd offended her, but here she is smiling at him like that; slowly, he smiles back, lifting a hand to brush his bangs back from his face. It's so annoying and uncool when his hair's down . . .

But that doesn't feel that important right now.]

Heh . . . I dunno if I would've said that before you texted me, but I definitely feel better now. —You wanna come in, or are you ready to go? Do I have time to fix my hair?

[He is happier. The dead-inside feeling he's been struggling with since getting back "home" is beginning its slow ebb out of his system. Thank god. That was beginning to get really fucked up.]