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@crcyrus:
“thanks—”
sometimes it made him feel as if he were on high alert, when some of the older students came around to see how the younger kids were doing. ( granted, cai wasn’t merely another fellow student or just a housemate. since there was substance in their relationship, that’d be reckless to think of it in any other way. ) instead of letting something snippy roll off his tongue, cyrus laughs nervously, considering he was a few steps away from leaving his dorm room at an odd hour, and now upon hearing the other’s voice, recoiled as if he’d hit an invisible barrier of sorts. clearing his throat, he turned back to look at cai, much taller in physique. “i appreciate it,” cyrus said slowly, wondering if he was going to be stuck in here for the night after all. “and how are you doing?”
It’s not that Cai is purposely nosy, nor is Cyrus purposely trying to sneak out of his room at the middle of the night. And maybe it’s the growing seniority settling upon Cai himself that he brings himself to check up on that specific junior tonight.
“Thanks for risking yourself” he comments at the younger, half joking, but there’s still a tinge of seriousness in his tone. Cai has always been the old soul who doesn’t like letting other people get into trouble, probably because he cares too much and overacts.
He crosses his arms, staring at the younger in front of the common room door. “Couldn’t sleep?” he guesses, walking towards Cyrus before stopping and sitting on the arm of the couch. It’s better to just spend the rest of the night talking than letting Cyrus off. So, Cai talks.
“I’ve been doing well” he says, nods, looking over the place to find at least, a wizard chessboard, or some outdated movie tape to watch. “And how are you doing?” he asks, tapping his hand on the seat of the coach, signalling the other to sit.
