Post by Arcadio Buendia on Jan 29, 2017 21:41:10 GMT
Arcadio watched Peyton leave, and felt better than he did at the beginning of the class. He felt that he had done the right thing for her. All he could do was extend his friendship and offer support, and hope that she would take him up on it. He stood by the desk for awhile, arms crossed and thinking hard. He couldn't do anything else for her unless she asked for help.
Deciding that he was satisfied with the results of their chat, Arcadio gathered up his stuff and turned off the classroom lights. It was time to head home, have a beer (or six) and unwind. Only time would tell what Peyton would do, and if she would reach out if she ever needed it.