All right, Eleanor owed Barry an apology. She knew that, intellectually, but knowing something didn't make it any easier to actually stomach.

She ought to have spoken to him in class, but the gas masks made matters rather distracting. Also, it hadn't seemed conducive to a rather lengthy chat.

She hovered in the doorway, frowning at the way he was squinting at his computer at his typed.

"I don't actually want to know, do I?"