As Izzy announced she was briefly leaving, Holden's brow furrowed somewhat pensively, and he crossed his legs in a contemplative pose. He said only, "You'll only end up hurt," as Izzy went on her merry way.

The boy, Micheal, did not so much turn to look at Izzy before she spoke, so engrossed was he in his note. Eventually when she did speak to him, he took perhaps a deliberate second before acknowledging her. He looked up at her, and Izzy got her first decent look at him. He had the typical sort of round, childish face one expected from a boy his age, freckles, a bandaid on his chin, and big, watery eyes that were a sort of burgundy color. He looked at her quite sternly, a gaze she hadn't been expecting from a child. It seemed at once both judgemental and pitying, but she could have been imagining it. Though the intensity of his stare was broken somewhat by a sniffle, probably from the cold.

"Go away." He said finally. "I hate you." Micheal promptly turned back to his note.