It stings, at first, hearing Chrissy's voice say those words. It doesn't matter how she intended it to come across or not; it's easy to feel like he's being transported back in time and is stuck in the hallway of a high school with Principal Higgins hot on his trail, just looking for an excuse to expel him.

He swallows, feeling small all of a sudden. He used to have a fire deep inside, but blow after blow had nearly extinguished it.

"Yeah, well, guess this is our unlucky day," he mumbles, his thumb rubbing across the words on the page he's not reading. He doesn't even remember where he left off.