She dropped her hand and squinted at him. "Yeah," she replied. "Why wouldn't be? He doesn't hate me."
She gave him a wry smile. "My boyfriend tried and mostly succeeded in beating up a kid at my house. Why do you think?"
"No, he's not," she replied stubbornly. "He just has a bit of a temper, that's all. He's normally very sweet."
"He... he never means to," she said hesitantly, squeezing her hands so hard that her knuckles turned white.
"Even if he doesn't mean to, it still shouldn't happen. That should never happen in any relationship." He crossed his arms. "Its unhealthy."
She considered his words momentarily before shaking her head and opening her notebook. "It's fine. It's fine."
She squinted at her notebook before taking a deep breath. "Ahem. Anyway. I brought some clay from home if you just want to work this period."
"Sure," she said easily. She paused before laughing. "And I'm pretty sure Evan doesn't know your address, so we're good."
"That's why I offered," he grinned slightly. "He wouldn't make it far, anyways. My brother would probably get to him first."
