[He feels like he's soaring, and he lets go of Fiddleford's hand if only to wind an arm around his shoulders. Now that he knows his affections are appropriate and reciprocated, he's warming up quickly to being close with someone. At last.]

I thought attending this school instead of West Coast Tech was going to be awful, but I've never been happier to be so wrong. I never would have met you. Hah, can you imagine? [...] Frankly, I don't want to.