"...maybe," Dinah allowed with a sigh, her own frustration dying down again. "And it isn't fair for him. I know. If he wanted to talk, I'd listen, or, or, anything." She swallowed. "I ran into him at the party, and he was drinking alone in a corner, and I didn't want to push. He said he wanted to be left alone. And he's in one of my classes now. I don't want to stalk him, but-- where's the line here, Francine? Seriously."