He happily talks her ear off for a few minutes.

Erica eats her lunch.

Matt looks at Juliet. For a few minutes.

Juliet listens attentively to Boyd, pitching in with questions when needed.

She takes a hold of Matts hand in the meanwhile.

Handholding!

Awww! Barf. Sigh.

"I'm not sure I really get the military thing."

"You're rich, and you're an artist."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's fine that you don't get it. You wouldn't."

"I'm rich and an artist."

"And the fact that you get it is an impressive exercise in empathy. Or maybe it's that you like sports."

"Yeah, I'm not a huge sports fan. Unless Juliet's playing."

"I do like sport. I'm hoping my dad will let me try out for the swim team or track, maybe. Non-contact type stuff. Can't hurt anyone that way, right?"

To Matt: "You did say you were going to try out for lacrosse."

"Good luck. It must be hard having a strict dad."

"He's not so bad. Just a little over protective. I'm working on it."

"How long do you have to go to school before he realizes everything's fine?"

"Until I have a long track record of not- having an episode. Maybe a month or so."

Fullmoon is on the weekend, so. Not really a chance to show any sort of improvement during school hours.

"I pretty much broke out of the house yesterday without speaking to him about it."

"It sounds like a lot, though."

"My parents didn't want me to go to high school either. I had to beg to come."

"...you begged? Even though..."

"I wasn't going to miss out on high school."

"I begged and bribed and was a model daughter for a whole year. Worst year of my life," she jokes. "Stefan had my back though."

She looks to Erica.

"You have a thing too?"

"Epileptic seizures. People poke fun, laugh in the hallways, the usual. I wasn't going to let that stop me."

She frowns. "Me roughing them up probably wouldn't go well for any of us, right?"