I had no idea we were signing up for a dictatorship rather than an actual learning experience. Imagine.

[ It is a gesture of affection, but it's also something else too. She feels him tense but doesn't comment on it, instead using her grasp as a means to be turned toward him slightly as she speaks, shaking her head. ]

Mostly I'm angry no one else does it. [ Then she cocks an eyebrow slightly. ] I haven't. Either one. [ Which probably explains why she'd seemed to have an undercurrent of upset beneath her anger just after everyone else got out of class. She sighs, squeezing his arm. ] It's all right, though. I know I'm not the one in the wrong.

[ There's a beat's pause before she ventures cautiously: ] We've become good friends, haven't we?