The thing about him is, even in saying "maybe" he's being nice about it. He feels the need to explain why he said that and care enough to make sure you understand, then possibly ponder it all through his sixth period. The thing about him is that he knows how to care, how to be there. He sure knows how to look over heads after stopping in the middle of the amazingly crowded hallway, find me, and plow his way through people to get to me. He knows how to apologize for what he thought hurt me, and explain why he said/did what he did. Not stopping the first time when I say not to worry about it, but keeps going, trying to make sure I'm okay, and not hurt. He's the ultimatum of what I've known he is for the last year... an amazing human being that has a heart worth more than gold and a soul that's stronger than Superman's.