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“I’m Jackson, it’s nice to meet you Bryson” He put his hand out to the other. Jackson wasn’t aware how much his compliment affected Bryson. Although, that smile on his face gave him some inclination. “Ah, thank you. That’s very sweet of you”.

“Nice to meet you, too!” the boy reached a hand forward the grab hold of the other brunette’s, shaking his hand. He’d seen the other around the estate quite  a lot, but until now he hadn’t had much interaction with him. “Well, I mean it’s true. It looks nice.” He laughed quietly and looked down for a second and then back up at him. “You work here too, right?”

“It looks great! I mean, I think you have the face that can pull off any type of haircut, but this one makes you look extra good looking.” Xavier could not deny the young man’s attractiveness and boyish good looks. “You have nothing to worry about. I asked, so I wanted to know more. I haven’t had my hair cut at the spa here, but I might try it soon. I like the results on you.” 

“Subtle, but it makes a decent difference.” What was important to Frank and an odd reference that he always had in his head when it came to other people’s hair was if he could run his fingers through it and tug. If he was able to do that, then it was a good haircut. “Noticing the little details is key in life.” 

“You don’t have to apologize, you know” Jackson smiled trying his best not to laugh too loudly. The other guy’s rambling was entertaining to him, in a cute way. He didn’t really expect when he made the small compliment, but he was happy it happened. “It’s no problem, pal”.

Compliments were not something Bryson was entirely used to. Back when he was with Rylan, it was different because they’d been together so long and it just seemed normal. But, here was different and since his arrival the compliments flowed in more than he was comfortable with sometimes. Right now, it was a good thing and had the boy wearing a large smile. “Oh uh, you can call me Bryson.” He laughed and bit on his bottom lip. “I like your hair too.. for the record. It’s nice.”

“Aw, that’s cute. But no need. I’ll do that myself. You, however, could tell me your name. Because you’re cute and I’m curious.“

“Oh, okay.” His head bowed again as he looked down at his feet. Smiling to himself, he slowly looked up from the ground and bit down on his bottom lip. “Uh, my name is Bryson. Nice to meet you, sir.”

He heard his name and looked over to who was standing there, a soft smile forming on his lips as he saw Bryson standing there.  Isaac had met him when he was still new, offering up his room to him for just the night to take a breather before getting thrown into the slaughter, and considering he was still around Isaac could only assume that his time around here was treating him decently.  "I’m fine, seriously,“ he offered the other a soft smile though nodded at the idea of some ice, "that’d be great actually.”  Ice was just what he needed, that and a fucking machete to take the guys head off but Isaac couldn’t very well ask for one of those.  He’d have to settle for calm and collected as he always had been.  "Some men just don’t know how to handle their testosterone.  It’s not like you had any part in that so why are you apologizing?“

It was weird to see anyone upset or angry with Isaac; though Bryson didn’t know him all that well, from what he did know the client was so nice. He had been so helpful and considerate with Bryson’s transition into the estate and it was hard to believe he’d done anything to deserve being hit like that. When he saw Isaac offer a small smile, the brunette returned it as his head nodded. He turned away to look over his shoulder, the kitchen wasn’t far off, so finding ice wouldn’t be a challenge. He turned back to the client again and blinked. “Oh uh, well I don’t know.. I guess I’m sorry it happened,” he always apologized too much, even when it wasn’t necessary. “Stay here, I’ll be right back. Promise.”

“Are you seriously still talking to me?”  He asked, rolling his eyes as he turned around to face the other client, listening to some rant about how Isaac was supposedly flirting with the dudes boyfriend.  "Who the fuck has boyfriends around here anyway?  Especially staff ones,“ he laughed and that’s when it happened, cold clocked right upside the head before the client stormed off.  That would definitely leave a mark, Isaac letting out a frustrated yell, punching the wall as his hand soon went to nurse his eye.  "Seriously?  Any other surprises anyone want to throw at me?”

Standing a fair distance away when the two clients argued, Bryson didn’t want to get involved or be in the way- but that was before he saw one client’s hand come in contact with the other’s head. Immediately, Bryson’s eyes went wide. He stood there for a moment, unsure what to do, before the boy finally stepped further down the hallway toward Isaac. “Uh, Isaac..” his words trailed off as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Are you okay? Would you like me to go get you some ice or something? Anything to help you feel better. Uh, sorry that happened.”

“I love a resort that knows how to fucking take care of their clients. I need to get a word to the owners. The staff here is just A+. So eager to help.“

“Uh, well thank you.. I can go get Mr. Blackwell for you if you want? Or just pass the message along.”

“Jesus, so many memories…” Tyler mumbled to himself as he took the key of his room, shaking his head when he was offered to be taken up to it. “I still remember my way around here, thank you. I feel like the entire staff set has been changed, and I know no one…”

A sense of relief washed over the brunette when the man said that he remembered his way around the estate - mostly because Bryson still wasn’t completely comfortable navigating the corridors on his own and feared the idea of getting them both lost. Although he had been working there for about two weeks, he still wasn’t completely at ease when it came to showing people around. He blinked a few times and lifted his gaze to meet the client’s again as he gave the man a solid nod. “I haven’t been here all that long, so I’m not too positive who might be different. But uh, at least you know one new staff member now.” He offered a weak smile. “Oh, sorry. Uh I never said my name and they don’t make us wear name tags or anything,” slow down Bryson, you were beginning to ramble. “My name is Bryson. Or Bry. Or whatever you feel like calling me.”