fandomhighdorms | Scorpius living room, Thursday morning

"Sure," she replied, looking down at the brownie in her hand. It was good, really good.

Amber had heard on the radio that he had seen Andrew yesterday but nothing was mentioned that would give her insight into how that went. She was curious, but didn't want to ask for fear of being nosey.

"How are you this mornin'?" she asked instead.

He smiled. It was a little hollow and a little frail, but there was some level of genuineness to it.

"I'm... all right," he said before taking a bite of his own brownie. He swallowed it before going on.

"And yourself?"

"Awake," she answered, watching him. There were too many other words she could use to describe herself right now so she just settled on the easiest.

She took a bite of her brownie.

He finally looked up at her, green eyes mostly blank other than a touch of fatigue.

"Well, that I'd noticed. I try not to offer baked goods to the sleeping. Crumbs in bed are unpleasant."

She smiled but didn't expand on the question he had asked.

"You look tired; didn't sleep well?"

"I slept. But rested? I couldn't say I'd done that."

He took another bite.

"The bunk isn't very conducive to sleep just now. I was considering heading back to my room" my empty room; perhaps I should do that, head right over to the dorms and take all my things from there to my own room so I don't even have to see him "and trying there but the couch seemed a likely spot to sit at least."

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"We move back this weekend anyway," she commented, ready to move back to her room. She wondered if Triela was coming back?

Finished with her brownie, instead of slouching back just yet, she asked, "Do you want to sit up here? I can scoot over..."

"Yes. And I have things to... move. In the dorms."

He looked up at the couch and considered it for a moment.

"If you like. I'm fine here. The floor is familiar territory."

The last was said with a faint grin.

"Other that your things from here to there?" Amber was slightly confused.

Laying back down after he rejected her offer, however politely, she couldn't refrain from asking, "Familiar how so?"

"One room to another. I'd left some things in another student's room. I don't want their moving back to be more of a hassle, that's all."

He shifted his shoulders before tapping the couch cushion thoughtfully.

"Just used to sit on it mostly."

He didn't feel like going into how often it'd been his bed, before and after the Witch's death. He'd had a bed after the well incident, but that didn't mean that he'd used it when he wanted to make sure she'd gotten back to the keep. Or when he needed to deal with the traders. For one, it'd look like a sympathy ploy. For another, he didn't feel like dealing with all the explanation.

Uh, like she couldn't guess who the other student was and blurted out before she could stop herself, "Andrew?"

Amber smirked a little. "Yah, that's what a couch is for all right."

"I meant the floor--"

He paused before nodding to the first, though.

"Yes, Andrew."

"Oh," she said; an easy misunderstanding given that he tapped the cushion.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's not much to talk about," he said with a shrug, still tapping the cushion. It was an avoidance technique, but a completely understandable misunderstanding. He wasn't always so clear on, well, much of anything.

"He made his feelings, or lack thereof, completely clear. So I told him how I felt and made my goodbyes on that score. It's over."

He closed his eyes, almost as if he'd taken a shot of hard liquor. His lips curved.

"I don't want to make a fuss."

He'd thought he'd be hurting more, honestly, but the finality of it had, in a small way, been something of a relief.

"Oh, Liir," she said softly, shifting slightly to regard him better. "I'm very sorry it came down to that." There was nothing she could really say other than that, and she was sorry, especially for his hurt. Seeing him close his eyes only cofirmed that.

He opened them again with a deep breath in.

"I'm fine. Well used to the truths of existance. Onward onward shall feckless, reckless Liir soldier on!"

The last was said with a brief flash of a grin. Then he shook his head.

"Best I don't plague him anymore."

Then he looked at the couch again.

"Would you be too uncomfortable if I did sit up there?"

Breaking up with someone had to be hard, unless it was mutually done, and even then most likely upsetting. Amber had no idea how Liir felt but that he was trying to make light of it said much.

"I doubt you ever plagued him to begin with," she said quietly.

"Oh, yah, sure..." she moved her legs up, dragging her blanket with her, making room for him.

He shifted up onto the couch, leaning back.

"Have anything to do today? Or are you like me, off for the moment? Goodness, Ino would be proud of me for actually attempting to relax."

"Nothin'," she admitted. "I'm just goin' to do whatever strikes my fancy, I suppose."

Tucking her legs up under, she covered them completely with her blanket. "You talk about Ino alot. I don't think I know her."

"She's another student here, my little sister. By choice, hers mostly.

"I trust her. And she's wonderful."

He looked over to Amber.

"You should meet her if you have the time."

She smiled. "I will try to, definitely."

Trust was a big deal; Amber figured Ino meant a lot to him.

"I... don't get out much. Other that work, classes, the theatre, I guess," she grinned a bit. "Socially I mean."

"Nor do I," he admitted. "But when you cook a lot, you tend to meet people if only to foist off the food."

He looked down at himself.

"I don't eat all of it, of course. Though I doubt it'd make much difference anymore. I seem to have earned myself some metabolism."

Amber looked down at herself as well. She was thin; would probably never grow into herself given that she was already seventeen years old.

"I'm always available for the foisterin' of food stuffs, Liir," she told him, smiling over at him. "Earned yourself some metabolism?"

"I was rather, well, large as a child. I didn't eat much, so I never understood why it was so, but as I got older it gradually worked it's way off of me."

He smiled.

"Now I'm all angles."

He breathed out as he looked over at her.

"And if you'd ever like something special, a dessert or dinner or anything, I'd be happy to make something for you."

"Yah, I remember you tellin' me that," she nodded. "I think a lot of guys are like that. Don't hit their growin' spurt till later and then they slowly start to fill out." She thought he looked good but oh my gosh she wasn't going to tell him. He already knew what she thought of him anyhow.

She shrugged a little, blushing slightly, and toyed with the edge of her blanket. "Oh, I wouldn't want you to go out of your way, Liir. I'm not used to anythin' really, so I wouldn't even know what to ask for. I grew up eatin'... well, light meals."

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