Tegan sat in front of the bureau, breathing heavily, trying to ignore the memories that sprung, visions of his kindness. She fought against her mind's eye, and sighed, standing to dress. She had class in three hours.<em>Class... How the hell would that work?</em>She couldn't leave him alone, and she knew that she had taken his statement the wrong way, overreacted. She owed him an apology for that. Sighing, she pulled on a pair of snug jeans, and a low cut ruby shirt, with a silk-screen of a rose, and rouched sides. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun, and then set to work shoving her bureau once again out of the way.<br/><br/>She sneaked past the bathroom, and poured herself a bowl of frosted flakes, and milk, before sitting at the table to eat, considering putting coffee on. She sat for a moment in silence, before turning the radio onto the classic rock staton for some company, something she usually did. She hummed softly along with 'Money', as she idly pushed the flakes from one side of the milk sea to the other.