[ There's a flash of anger of his own, and he's tempted to give her something real to complain about. He wonders how chatty she'd be with his hands around her skinny neck. His expression darkens, and he withdraws. ]

You're the boss. [ He says, agreeable, apologetic. ] You know, I hear this sort of thing is pretty common among high schoolers. You should find someone to talk to. Sort yourself out, you know?

[ He starts to get back to his feet. He has some things to dispose of. ]

This whole thing isn't really my area of expertise.