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Tristen looked on as Matteo took his leave from the cafeteria, then took a long, deep sigh. He screwed up; that much he could figure. Tristen would go back to his sandwich, though suddenly not feeling as hungry himself anymore, too in thought, trying to see if there was anything there that should have made Tristen wait on calling Matteo out like that; something that would sow any doubt that it was what it was. If there was anything, there was the fact that Matteo still held his father in such high regard somehow, though the most he can think is that Matteo made it a point that he was famous and all that such, both here in the academy and out in Pokeathelons and some such. In fact, that was all that Matteo emphasized with his father in particular, and according to some like Penny and Fela, held it over people’s heads, coming off as if he was better because he had ties to someone that was, and to Matteo’s admission, it was a severe kick in the complacency to be shown he wasn’t that special. It brought to question was Matteo respecting the fame or the family? Regardless of the answer, Tristen was almost sure that it was too soon to be drilling into such a thing. He was too hasty, still.

It didn’t take long for Tristen to finish and he still had time before he would find himself at the track…though. Tristen grimaced a little bit, having a suspicion about something. Tristen would clean up his spot, leave the cafeteria, and make his way back for his dorm for a few moments. He’d go to his laptop, turning it on, and make an exchange of Pokémon, a just in case measure. Feeling Pokémon such as Sprigatito and Rookidee was not going to cut it if Matteo decides to do something absolutely dumb. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to it, but he wasn’t sure, not with territory that Tristen decided to cross.

Prepared as he was going to get, he made his way back out of his dorm, closing and locking his door behind him, and made his way off for the track to meet with Matteo once again.

Tristen was about to approach the doors until Camp came in, cordial as he tends to be. But ended up getting a bit concerned and serious when he brought up where Matteo was and his demeanor. Tristen was in fact afraid of that. He did bring a party as a just in case measure, but it was nothing that he wanted to actually use. Tristen wanted to salvage this, but he wasn’t sure anymore if it could. “Yea, something did. I ended up screwing up. Asked him about something that got really under his skin. I tried apologizing right when I realized it, but he’s not having it right now. I’m going to try to talk him out of this because this isn’t his or my Pokémon’s concern. It shouldn’t have to be.”