Xander: thanks? Why are you giving me this? You don't like me? Is this to get me to leave?
Xander: *he goes home and all he could think about is what happened. He'd never said he was sorry before. He was confused about this feeling like a pit in his stomach telling him he was wrong about everything. Was this what guilt felt like?* cmon boy. Let's get some sleep. We got our first REAL day at school tomorrow.