Connor shifted his center of gravity slightly, stopping himself stumbling too much when Kijani pushed him. He stood there, like a statue, and took the verbal blows, his face a mask of nothingness, but the tears still stung his eyes. He watched her run off, and found he didn't have the strength to follow. 

He sat, shaking, dropping his head into his hands, the pain too much. Part of him realised that she still hadn't asked. Just done everything she could to make it virtually impossible to follow her. The rest of him didn't listen that that little, rational part, the emotions swarming him. 

He didn't care that he was in a place where everyone had access to, where students were still walking by, on their way to lunch, or just...anywhere. The tears fell, thick, hot and fast. He would probably never know how he got his suit on, how he managed to program it to home. Maybe Ignot just knew. 

All he knew was he found himself standing in his front yard. just standing. 

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 Phoebe didn't push Nicholas far, and stopped by the tree that was meant to be an apple tree, but wasn't. She looked to Nicholas, and said "Do you have trouble making apples?"