"I guess I will interrogate my dad to see if he's masquerading as one." He shrugs and then reaches for his bag. "Uh – I guess I will email you later? Reasonably neutral is good as things go?"

"Uh, yeah, other options kinda revolve around death, destruction and mayhem. Appreciate the neutral."

"No good?"

"Once in a while. Not enough to really be a category. Good in a human's opinion isn't always the same, anyway."

He shrugs. "Do I need – some sort of something – for my foot – or does the whole being-a-Shaar thing mess all that up?"

"It messed up the x-rays but it doesn't seem swollen enough for a break and your bones are sturdier than most. Keep your ace bandage on, ice it regularly. Try not too put too much weight on it, but you don't need crutches. Tylenol if you need it. If it's still swollen and painful in two days, let me know and I can ask around for a safe radiologist, or hope your dad knows one."

Nod. "… Thanks."

"Sure thing." She walks to him down part of the hallway and points at a door. "Check out is in there; I'm sure your coach can help." He's standing by the door expectantly, almost as though he's had players get injured before. "I hope your ankle feels better soon."

He flashes her a smile. "I hope so too."

And then he's off to get out of there.

Peter is an incorrigible gossip who plays Halo with most of the soccer team; there was never the slightest chance Alli was not going to hear about this without minutes of arriving at school. (And even then she scolds Peter for not texting her the night before when he'd found out, but his priorities are apparently Halo and not hot new boy, which is clearly incorrect.) So she's waiting outside math for Theo once he arrives, bouncing worriedly.