[sylvanSpider]

Aren's brow creased with worry. The night before, he'd been the reason Tristan was left behind in his apartment alone. “No, no, no. You're fine. Don't go back,” Aren said, his voice low with comfort, and placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know what it's like to have an empty apartment to return to and it sucks.” He looked back at the twin bed and knew that the other was going to be filled this evening, but it would work. They'd figure something out

Taka stood back, watching the conversation transpire. She didn't know the story as to how Aren managed to score a two-person rooming arrangement, but she assumed it had to do with a death so she asked no questtions. “He can sleep in my bed if he wants,” she offered, “I'm used to sleeping on the floor; I can go another night. No biggie.”

Aren looked at his new roommate with a raised eyebrow, “You'd do that for someone you just barely met?”

“Outs-- in ah, District 3, I lived with a large group of people. I got the floor usually. Besides, I'll be sleeping pretty well tonight, even if our sofa is a piece of shit,” Taka said with a shrug, “You're not a bother...Tristan...right?”

Aren clapped his hands together and rubbed them, “Sounds to me like we've got ourselves a good old fashioned sleep over. Did you leave a note, Tris? Ian will be worried sick if he gets back from his job tomorrow and you're not there.”