"Everybody I know keeps having people go away," mutters Anders, biting his lip. "Frak, I'm sorry . . . I just . . . that sucks. Yeah, I wouldn't be playing with sharp objects in your place either. Hell, if it were me I don't even know if I'd've made it to class."
"You're one up on me," he says with a crooked smile. "I mean, 'f Cally went away I'd probably be, like, curled up in a ball on my floor until somebody broke down the door and dragged me out. And then I'd probably fight 'em, and . . . yeah. That's just . . ."
Lana's eyes filled again. "Yeah, actually... I just... Look can you tell the professor that I'm sick or something? I can't do this. Stupid of me to think I could. I'm sorry, you've been really nice, but..." She tried to smile then gave up and just fled from the room.
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She looked away. "Shep's gone. And I'm not handling it too well."
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He sighs again. "Damn. I really am sorry."
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