His grin stretched across his face and his eyes danced. “I’m transferring back to sixth form,” He shrugged. “– I’m not doing so well at the college – away from all my mates.” His smile faded a little, “– and from you.”
Seeing his smile fade I asked in a small voice. “Am I still not in the mate category, then?”He gave me a funny look that I was too groggy to analyse at the time. “You never really were.” He said quietly.