Did she want to talk? Sloane wasn't really sure. She honestly didn't know what was wrong with her. On the surface things seemed to have settled, but she didn't really feel much better about anything. January had worn her down and things with Cam were... well, alright, she supposed, but it still felt weird. It was so hard to explain and so she didn't think she even wanted to try.

"I wouldn't even know where to start, so maybe not?" Her answer was wishy-washy at best, but it left it up to Hatch. He certainly had listened to his fair share of her drama over the years and frankly she wouldn't blame him if he'd reached capacity one of these days. Sloane was pretty sure she'd reach capacity on her own bullshit. "You going to survive this first year of OWLs alright?" She asked instead, choosing to forge on and maybe save him from having to make the decision himself. When it all boiled down, Sloane would be perfectly happy to sit here in silence with him. They'd been friends for long enough that it wouldn't even be weird. Not to mention she should probably check in with him anyway. She didn't want to be the friend who never reciprocated after all.