She huffs out a breath, and looks back at him. “I, um, I should really do my homework now.” She leans over and hugs him half-upsidedown, her hair spilling over her shoulder into his face. “Thanks for hanging around and helping me out with the backlash,” she mutters.
“You want me to go?” he asked in question, wondering why she’s changed the subject so badly. It’s obvious he wants to linger, especially on account of the fact that he’s questioning her wanting him to leave. Her hair falls into his face, but not enough for it to bother him. He actually doesn’t mind.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. That’s what friends do, right? Even an annoying bratty one like me,” he says in response to her words, grinning at her with that goofy grin of his.
She twines a strand of hair around her fingers, sitting back up. “I asked you if there was anything else you wanted to do, and you didn’t answer,” she points out. “And you aren’t annoying and bratty.”
