There might have been a change in Terry---minute, so small that no one else might have seen it, because they wouldn't have been looking. Or maybe it was just Reid's imagination. That Terry seemed to be... not so down. Happier? Could he use that word yet? Either way, Reid smiled brightly as Terry stood to go. "I do hope to speak with you again soon." He said truthfully. "And you know, if anything happens, at least come to me." He absently brushed his hair with his hand, standing to accompany Terry to the door, opening it and looking out into the dark hall. "Do you think you can get back without being noticed? I don't mind helping at any time, but curfew is king of strict, still." Usually when a student was caught coming or going, Reid could clear it up with the headmaster and get them off the hook for both that instance, and those in the future. The excuse 'going to talk to Reid' was well-known throughout the junior grade, though not abused as Reid could easily deny that many meetings.