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After Aiden's near choking experiance, Tristan's cocky demeanor had vanished and was replaced by sincere guilt. His whole body had tensed when he had sent the boy into the coughing fit and his blue eyes had winced as he mentally scolded himself for being stupid and rough. He awkwardly reached out a hand to place on Aiden's back for a moment, his expression a mix of concern and self hatred.

"I'm sorry." The apology was stiff and murmured, Tristan finding it to be useless. He had already hurt someone by being stupid on the first god damn day. What a great impression.

His eyes darted back and forth between Aiden's gaze and Aiden's hand which touched his throat. Although his body remained relatively calm, his mind was panicking as his limited amount of medical training was brought to mind on how to help someone who was choking. When Aiden finally spoke, a wave of relief washed over Tristan as he realized that Aiden wasn't really choking. He removed his hand from the boy's back and then stood up as Aiden tried to brush it off as a joke. He let his eyes steal a quick glance at the easy tempered teen before they quickly fell to the floor and he shook his head.

"....I'll go get you a glass of water." His tone was solemn and it was clear that Aiden's joke of 'killing' him was taken a little too much to heart. The dark haired teen shoved his hands into his pockets and walked with a tenseness he couldn't hide no matter how hard attempted.

The time it took to retrieve the water and walk back to Aiden was not long enough for Tristan to re-group and handle the situation logically. It was an accident. Boys rough-house all of the time... Tristan was just clumsy and it went too far. Aiden was 'o.k'.... His mind would not accept reason. He had hurt him.

Standing beside Aiden, Tristan offered the cup of water and because of the distance between them, Aiden was probably the only one close enough to realize the tremble in his hand.

"Here."

((What ever happened to the punk Jason or Justin or whatever, Iah? He die?))

xD Allumen needs an outlet. He's waaay too antisocial... and not in the bitchy way like some of my charas which at least are able to communicate even if they piss everyone off xD

Tristan was forced to look at Aiden as the boy spoke. Though, his eyes were once again distance and shadowed by the unruly bangs that fell across his gaze when he tilted his head the right way. He listened to Aiden thought the words seemed forgein.

"Normal?" His blue eyes narrowed as he tried to comprehend. He didn't know what normal was for him anymore. His lips parted in order to attempt to respond however he was cut off by the voice of someone else.

"Good thing I wasn't hungry." Justin muttered as he looked at the empty pizza boxes.

Unfortunately, Justin happened to walk in at the wrong time and found Tristan's gaze to be less than welcoming.

"What's your problem?" Justin snapped, finding Tristan's eyes to be abit too cold for his liking.

Tristan let out a long breath before he clenched his teeth and turn his back on Justin. His blue eyes flickered to their corners to look at Aiden, a fleeting thought of apologizing entered his mind however Justin's scoff of dissaproval sent him walking towards the door.

"Normal... is not killing people. I'll leave it at that." Tristan said aloud so that both Aiden and Justin could hear him before he left through the door to head back towards his room.

Justin only rolled his shoulders in a shrug and took on a cocky smile. "Psy-cho." He said in a sing-song voice as he poured himself something to drink, seeming triumphant.

“A slow song, huh?” Liam hadn’t heard that one before, and although he was already feeling a bit more relaxed just being removed from the situation, he felt the need to try this one out. It just might do the trick, and after all, it might affront Allumen if he didn’t follow his advice. “A slow song, a slow song, I don’t know if I know one... Oh, how about this one?”

Clearing his throat, Liam began to sing, awkwardly at first, but as he went on, he grew louder - -much- louder - and more into it, throwing in a little bit of dancing. “I’ve seen your face a thousand times, have all your stories memorized... I’ve kissed your lips a million ways but I still love to have you around... You’re the one I want! And it’s noooooot Just a phaaaaaaaaaaase! You’re the one I trust! Our love is the reaaaaaal thiiiiiing! DON’T GO AWAY! My love... -my love-, WANT YOU TO STAY! In my life! ...”

((Gwen Stefani - the Real Thing ... Don't ask what prompted this.))

“You’re a salty... huh? Oh.... Right. Just... testing you.” Liam wasn’t an atrocious singer, but he wasn’t about to make it as an American Idol finalist either. That wasn’t exactly the issue here though. Hopefully no one would notice his sudden singing fit except for Allumen - who didn’t seem to mind the falsetto chorus that Liam had thrown in for accuracy. He decides to let it stand for a moment, taking in a deep breath as he plays the part of the relaxed guy hanging out, but as soon as he begins to exhale, he’s apologizing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sing, Sorry. Next time you see me, I’ll be cool. Mr. Ice... But don’t call me that. Liam is okay by me. Liam Ashton, that’s me. Playing it cool. Sorry.”

Aiden watched Tristan go, his expression blank and mouth hanging slightly open. Then his gaze snapped onto Justin as he spoke and a small frown formed on his lips, which was then joined by a minor glare.

"I don't think anyone - especially someone who is also staying here - has any right to call someone else a psycho," Aiden said somewhat deffensively, crossing his arms over his chest.

Was it just him, or did he seem to be getting upset much more openly than usual? But then... that was to be expected when he was suddenly in such close quarters with the other boys.

Aiden felt... terrible. If he hadn't said he'd wanted the last peice, then he wouldn't have... gagged. And Tristan could still be at ease and... well, he had seemed to be in a good mood. The pink-haired teen looked almost as if he were about to cry.