[He lets go of one hand's grip around her and smooths it back through his hair, catching a crackling foil strip and gold dust that gleams between his finger and thumb when he brings them down and rubs them together.]
So have you.
[An apology would probably be the worst thing he could think of - so he's prepared for her to make one. At the same time, a small smile keeps to the corners of his mouth.]
If this were really my old school there'd be a nun ready to smack us for impropriety right about now.
[And he looks round long enough to see all the others in the same state of confusion and disarray, adults on the kind of outfits they might not even have dreamed of as kids.]
→ we are not what you think we are we are golden
So have you.
[An apology would probably be the worst thing he could think of - so he's prepared for her to make one. At the same time, a small smile keeps to the corners of his mouth.]
If this were really my old school there'd be a nun ready to smack us for impropriety right about now.
[And he looks round long enough to see all the others in the same state of confusion and disarray, adults on the kind of outfits they might not even have dreamed of as kids.]