"I doubt it." Garreth grinned back at the girl with a shake of his head. "I think that as the weeks turn to months and the months to years, you'll get to know me better, and you'll realize what you've gotten yourself into!" he chuckled heartily. Of course, he was kidding, but meant it at the same time. He often did worry that as people got to know him better, they would begin to dislike him. As he opened up to people, and became more relaxed around them, he tended to speak in a different tone, move differently, use different words. He had a way of being for strangers, and a way of being for friends, and he worried that the transition between the two would be off-putting for some. Azura didn't seem to even have noticed the transition so far, to Garreth's great relief, but he was certain that if she looked back on the way he was when they first met, she would see how his confidence had improved, and how he spoke to her differently than he would to a student he'd never met before.

"I wouldn't worry so much about tiring me off." He smiled sincerely. "It takes a lot for me to get tired of someone I really like, and quite frankly, Azura, I even if I do have to pick you up at the hospital wing every morning before class, I'll just be glad to have someone to walk with."

Again, the boy blushed a little. "Oh, well, I don't know about COOL, I don't know if I'd go that far, but I don't know, I can be, like, alright sometimes." he smiled and looked down at his feet. "Certainly not in your league, I mean..." he looked back up at her, twiddling his thumbs behind his back. He wasn't sure, but this was probably the first time in his life that a person around his age had actually described him as 'cool'. His parents always praised him for his intellect, and the friends he had made so far all said he was nice, but if he wasn't mistaken, Azura had just now, in the Hogsmeade Post Office, been the first person to ever call him 'cool'.

In perfect honesty, he didn't really know what to say to that. Should he tell her? Nah, that would just make him sound even more like a loser. Maybe later.

Instead, he listened intently to what she had to say about this boy problem of hers. He agreed with her for the most part, believing the best solution to just try to be friends and let it go, but not lie about it. "Yeah, do that! Just don't put on some kind of facade and lie about your feelings. Tell him you want to work through it. You have seven years to go of seeing this boy darn near every day.. Don't put yourself in a situation where you hurt every time you see him." Of course, the boy wasn't exactly speaking from experience, but he did read a lot, and everything he read, he remembered.

How do you hug girls? Is there some kind of protocol? An etiquette? Some code of chivalry to uphold? In most cases, Garreth had some piece of literature stored somewhere in the back of his mind that he could go to for answers when difficult situations arose, but in this case, he was drawing a blank. He just had to wing it. A fat load of good all that reading had done him.

"Y- You're welcome, Azura." he stammered slightly, but managed to recover before it got too bad. "Anytime you need to talk, you know you can come to me and I'll always try to help."