Caleb, at first, ignored the question regarding his plans on how to handle her, mainly because he wasn't quite sure. He knew that, eventually, he'd have to bring her to Smith and hope for the best. But for right now, especially Jimmy's funeral tomorrow, it was best to be quiet.

"Uh, yeah," he replied to her question abut Jimmy. "Something like that."

She began to ramble on, but he didn't bother to try to keep up. Caleb couldn't get too involved in this girl's life, or else the situation would get way too sticky. He did, however, catch one snippet and decided to comment:

"I never understood that shit." They were walking to his truck, and when they reached it, he opened the door for her. "Why girls wear shit they don't like. What's the point?"

He shook his head as he climbed in the drivers seat. "I had a girlfriend once who [i]always[/i] complained about how bad high heels hurt her, but she'd wear them every fucking day. I didn't understand, and I still don't."

They were now on the road back to his apartment, and he rubbed his temples as they pulled up to a red light. "You'll be home soon, okay? I just need more time."