When he entered the courtyard she was sitting there already and he sighed, cracked his neck and then rubbed the back of it idly as he made his way over. Very much looking the part of an apologetic lover of some sort, the young man remained standing and just shuffled slightly about in place as he searched a good way to begin this no doubt uncomfortable conversation.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey,"</strong>he said, thought that was a good start and cleared his throat. How to go on? Explain it all and appeal to her kind nature, warm heart? Not exactly a viable path, was it... Even if he was certain she possessed those qualities in much greater volume than she admitted or acknowledged, she would never let that out in open.<strong>"So um, I'm going home. My parents need me there. Leaving in a couple of hours actually."</strong><br/><br/>Had to be good to just dive in and lay all the cards on the table, yeah? At least that way he got out of trying to figure out what would be relevant and how he was supposed to smooth it into the convo. He shrugged a little and arched his brows, watching her for any signs of reaction to this news. He then realized he hadn't added what was probably the main point here and rectified that little oversight.<strong>"I'm not coming back."</strong>