He's not, and she's grateful that she got to say what she needed to say. She nods, and takes a step backward, and then another. No reason to stay. She'll make the appointment, and go home, and study some more for finals, and try to decide what she's going to do over the summer. After all, by the time next semester starts, if she's at home in Wisconsin, she'll be so pregnant, she won't be able to fly back. Decisions.
"Alright. I - I am sorry for all of this. I never intended it to happen. I just - yeah."
And with that, she'll make her way out of the office, and to the secretary to make that appointment, face flaming red at the pity she can clearly see in her eyes.
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Date: 2012-05-10 10:39 pm (UTC)"Alright. I - I am sorry for all of this. I never intended it to happen. I just - yeah."
And with that, she'll make her way out of the office, and to the secretary to make that appointment, face flaming red at the pity she can clearly see in her eyes.