"I thought it would be nicer to sit out here," Liam said, opening the history text.
Tru nodded, slipping her sunglasses on.
"So, I thought we'd get started on Tristan and Isolde today."
Tru shrugged slightly.
"Hey," Liam said, putting his book down for a moment. "I know things have been hard on you lately."
"Yeah," Tru replied, shrugging again. "Lia's back, so that's all that matters, right?"
"It's not all that matters," he said gently. "Everyone cares how you feel, it's just at the moment, Airlia needs help, more help than they know how to give."
A lone tear slipped out from under Tru's sunglasses, and Liam reached out and wiped it away.
"Was that innappropriate?" he asked himself. It had felt so natural to comfort her, and his skin still tingled from where he'd touched her cheek.
~*~*~*~
Tru was glad for her sunglasses, because her eyes were wide with shock. Her cheek felt warm from where his fingers had made contact.
"So, Tristan and Isolde," Liam went on, snapping back into teacher mode.