He draws in a wavering breath. He'd have to tell Teacher when he got here, and he wouldn't be able to see him anymore. But it was okay, maybe Teacher would understand. Maybe he would still come back sometimes.

His lip trembles and more tears fall. He shivers, cold from wearing this stupid thin thing and he huddles in on himself even more. It was okay, he was making the right choice and someday that would mean more than finishing this. It hurt right now, but it would get better. Just like missing Nana and Father, it was going to be okay.