Sitting up slightly now, he couldn’t help but smirk at the red head girl in front of him, a small idea forming in his head. “Am I sure? Uh, yeaaaaaaah! I’m sure!” he replied, placing his ukulele on the floor inconspicuously. “I mean, sure you can be a little hyper at times buuuuut”, pausing now to reach for a pillow. “So can I!” he shouted, throwing a pillow at Rylee, a wide grin on his face.

Still laughing now, he couldn’t help but smile at her reassurance that she was fine. “Good! I’m glad. Or I’d have to come and poke you until you tell me what’s wrong”, giving her a small wink as he said this. She’d been there for him in the summer when he had lots of ‘things’ going on so he was going to be there for her if she wasn’t okay. She didn’t have a choice. It was already decided.