[ She opened her mouth, a hair's breadth from asking what he was hiding from, the extent of what he could do, and who had convinced him that he was such a monster, but the bell beat her to it. She'd lost him in the sea of routine yet again. Prying him open like this wasn't easy, and even if she got another chance, it likely wouldn't give her the chance to get those questions answered necessarily.

Reluctantly, she got to her feet. ]

And the bad guy definitely wouldn't be so concerned about tardies.

[ But with that last bit of sass added, she pulled her backpack onto her shoulder. ]

Will you just do me one favor? Give me some kind of warning, if you're going to avoid me for days because of this. Getting jerked around like this sucks when you're the only person here that I feel like I can trust.