Joan and Adam are walking through a school hallway together while Joan bitches about Grace: "I can't believe Grace won't talk to me." Adam -- who looks cute with his hood pulled up over his head -- asks, "Why? I went for weeks without talking to you, and I can't hold a grudge like she can." Joan says Adam had a good reason: "She's being a jerk! You don't think she's right, do you?" He explains, "I usually don't listen to what's going on unless I hear my name." Genius. I think I may adopt that policy. Joan is barely listening, though, as she rants on: "I mean, there are arguments on the other side. Scott put together some amazing facts that I couldn't get out of reading. Grace could at least come to the debate and listen!" Adam says she is. He's wearing an interesting-looking t-shirt with a skeleton on it, but I can't see much of it. Joan: "Oh. How about you?" Adam: "Me?" Joan: "Yeah, are you coming?" Adam asks if she wants him to. Joan: "Well, yeah." He says he'll come. She stops and asks, "Adam...we're okay now...aren't we?" Adam seems caught off-guard somewhat, and replies, "S-sure," trying to sound more okay than he feels. Joan gazes at him and smiles gently, as if she needs just a little bit more reassurance. Adam adds, "We're...us." That seems to be enough for her, and she smiles softly again as she walks off. Adam follows.