Cautiously he opened the door a crack. The sound was sobbing. He closed the door noiselessly and knocked on it. After a short silence Pete said, "Come in."
Matt went in. "Got anything to eat?"
"Some cookies in my desk."
Matt got them out. "You look sick, Pete. Anything wrong?"
"No. Nothing."
"Don't give me the space drift. Out with it."
Pete hesitated. "It's nothing. Nothing anybody can do anything about."
"Maybe so, maybe not. Tell me."
"There's nothing you can do. I'm homesick, that's all!"
"Oh-" Matt had a sudden vision of the rolling hills and broad farms of Iowa. He suppressed it. 'That's bad, kid. I know how you feel."