A lot of things were on the boy's mind, things he expected to happen. James turns away again as she walks past, not wanting to meet eye contact, ashamed that he was having to hide under an archway from the rain. He had expected her to walk past, he had expected her to not bother trying to help him, he expected her to take pleasure in the fact he was cowering from rain, he expected her to hand him her umbrella. [i]W-Wait... She's handing me her umbrella?[/i]

Her words confirmed this, so he turns, and stares right at her as if she was crazy. Slowly, carefully, gently in case this was some sort of fluke, some sort of prank. If she were to yank the umbrella back and pull him into the rain, James would be whining like a dying cat. Slowly, he grasps the umbrella, and moves it over his head. James was lost for words. Someone he had abused for such a long time, someone he knew hated him... Actually offered him an umbrella to help him out? He struggles to find words, and struggles even more to say them. "T-Thank... You..." He says. "I-I'll be sure to... Leave this... At your dorm..." Not a split second after he says this, he turns tail and begins to walk back to the dorms, shaking a little. Like a child against a wolf, he was afraid of the rain, even [i]with[/i] an umbrella.

Arriving back at the dorms, James quickly drops off the umbrella at Avery's dorm along with a note that simply said, "Avery, thanks for letting me use your umbrella, James." The note was hell to write, as he had never said anything complimentary to Avery (unless it was intended as a mean joke), however he managed. Walking back into his own dorm, he closes the door, and gets dressed for dinner.