Robert
Ares had been swarmed with thoughts since the earth had decided to plague the courtyard with its insane weather phenomenon. The chatter in his mind followed him relentlessly like a cloud of wasps— her face, her fear, it fuelled a guilt in him. One deep down in his core. One in the marrow of his bones, one he thought he might've been born with.

That force of destruction. The way it haunted him. 

He didn't want to be that anymore. 

So, here he stood, outside of Violettas dorm. 

It was late evening. The sun was setting outside of the concrete walls that encased them like warm golden honey dripping through windowpanes. 
In Ares' hands were two things. A sizeable portion of food he had just cooked, and a chocolate bar. Dinner and a treat, a wish for a comforting night. 

An apology. 

The tall boy hesitated. Nervousness itched at he usually so sure demeanour. 

*Knock. Knock. Knock.*
Marcos
The last couple days hadn't been *Amazing*, that's something that even the most ignorant person could tell- *Twice* Had she had to witness these stupid bones pelting from the sky. Both times had been far from pleasant, each time she thought about it too long the memories amalgamated together to form an uncomfortable rampage of Thoughts.
Every so often she feels a weird dip on her stomach when she thinks about Ares. Despite how her nauseous stomach churned to think about what he had supposedly done... She felt bad- he looked *Mortified* At the time. Like he had just watched a poorly executed slideshow presentation on his life's failures.
Well, essentially that is what happened. To both of them actually. They have something in common?

Almost dropping the chinchilla she had been fussing cradled within her hands, Violetta reacts embarrasingly late to a knock at the door.
Was it Margo? She'd message if she were about to come over- Hypothesis: it's an unexpected guest.
She places down the rodent and approaches the door, taking a moment to both be her personal hypeman and to glance back at her room. Not a mess as usual, but she'll always check.

Who is at the door but Ares, standing a little less confident than usual- she'd giggle if she didn't know that this was *Inevitably* Going to end in talking about... Feelings... Shudder.

A moment of silence as she processes the sight in front of her like a developing polaroid.

"Uhm... Hello?" Brows raising, Vi sort of. Shuffles out the way of the doorway.
"Not quite sure what you're here for-" Thats a lie and a half.
"-but you can come in if you uh. Want to. Need to."
She isn't scared of him, but for some reason it looks as though she is. Subconscious?
Robert
Ares shifts slightly as he hears movement on the other side of the door. There was a break in his usually confident demeanour, because he too knew this would end up some sappy conversation about whatever and whatnot. 
If he could avoid that he would. 

Clearing his throat, he lingered by the door. He'd attempt... To make this quick. 
"I am here to, I don't know uh, give you an apology? *Not an apology because I didn't really do anything—*" He muttered between his words— "I guess more of a comfort... Gift?" 
The boy shrugged. This felt weird.

"You... Looked really upset by what that stupid bone projected over me, and I wanted to give you something to make up for that?"
He raised what was in his hand slightly, gesturing for her to take it.
Marcos
Probably for the best- yknow, that there seems to be an unspoken rule in the air of *Don't* Get sappy. Although, somehow she doubts it won't. Vi takes in Ares's words with an amount of grace that actually impressed herself.
She isn't mad or anything, moreso... Uncomfortable. Even now, standing before the tall boy, burdening What She Knows Now, it was hard to not shrink away.
Amongst less helpful things though, she was taught respect. So she stands as confidently as she can muster.

She nods thoughtfully, in place of an actual verbal answer- he was admittedly right that there wasn't *Much* To apologise for here. Its not like he broadcasted this deep truth with the intent of hurting her- if anything she feels bad that this is becoming a little more about her than him.
This did in fact, feel weird.
"Oh- um. Thank you. I think. That's uh... Very thoughtful." She remarks, eyeing up the food before another moment of awkward silence, followed by some more speech from the more uncomfortable wet cat looking than usual boy in front of her.

"Yes well... The smell of burning flesh is a bit of a sore spot so... Yeah." ...Pun intended. A second passes where shes mildly confused by Ares holding out the food.
"Oh- yes, thankyou." She gently yoinks the tupperware with a gracious nod and... Something that resembles a smile. Recently tightened braces were uncomfortable- and called for an equally uncomfortable smile.

"Its uh... Sort of funny. We've barely spoken but now we seem to know the most uncomfortable truths about eachother." She chuckles dryly, sniffing the food with approval- smelt spicy, but she'll eat the whole thing if it'll show her gratitude.
"I'm uh... Sorry that got broadcasted. I don't imagine it was nice for you either- worse probably. I don't have a comfort gift but you can like... Pet my chinchilla if you want. He likes everyone except me so."
Shes working up a yappetite.
Robert
Ares wanted to laugh at Violetta's joke about burning flesh, but instead he just kind of stared at her for a moment. There was something of empathy on his slightly tense brow, the way his unsure stance spoke of an apology. The boy was walking guilt— as much as he tired to atone for it. 

"I'd imagine, yeah." 
He managed to say, through a half sort of smile. A crooked, messy sort of pull on the corner of his lips. His canine teeth were sharp. 

When Violetta took the food, Ares relaxed slightly. For all the unease he felt, outwardly he didn't look too different. He was simply less, loud. More calm, more the Ares that existed beneath the smoke and ash. 

"Of course— you're welcome."
He went with the safe option, and everyone liked chocolate. Surely the effort he put into it would show. 

*Uncomfortable truths.*
Unfortunately no matter how much Ares wished it, there was no amount of hope that could make those truths *Un*True. The past simply had to exist whether he allowed it to or not. 

"Maybe there's something... Uh, therapeutic in that. No secrets, aye? *Fucks sake...*" The last bit muttered under his breath through a sigh as he adjusted his posture, leaning back. He clearly didn't completely enjoy the concept. 

"Yeah it's okay— I'm just glad it was only you and that one other kid. *Thank god* It wasn't some massive fucking crowd." 
If it was Ares would be reacting very differently. He didn't think he'd be able to cook that many apology meals. 

"I'd love to meet him." Ares finally managed to give a wry sort of snicker. "What did you do to, *Oh so gravely,* Wrong him?"
Marcos
Violetta sensed that her odd joke about... Burning flesh just ended up well. Crashing and burning for lack of better terms. She grimaces for a moment at her own ineptitude as Ares's disposition remains like that of an apologetic dog who just dropped a bird at her feet.
Well, at least he smiled a little. It was better than just staring at eachother as if trying to mindread the conversation out of the other. Those canines sure were sharp... But she trusted him not to come here just to maul her- in fact maybe the less dog symbolism she imagines onto him the better.

She grinned down at the meal in her hands, then back at Ares- despite her attempts at seeming brooding and mysterious, Violetta has very little control over her expressions, and that meal *Did* Look good as hell. Yum.
"You never struck me as the kind to like cooking" Violetta commented through a giggle as she places the meal nearby, she'll get to that in a moment.

"About as therapeutic as exposure therapy I suppose- hardly relaxing, but probably effective-" Casting a glance back towards her chinchilla to make sure he isnt cracking into her meal, Violetta speaks through a slightly more uncomfortable, almost forced chuckle.
"-you seem to dislike the concept as much as i do though." Vi takes a step back, unintentionally shrinking away from the boy.
"Well some people do say three is a crowd, though... Not sure if the librarian counts- she could probably easily find that out about you anyways so..."
Rambling again, Vi shuts herself up when Ares begins to speak again- chinchilla! Okay, that works. Might break the ice a little more.

"Aha- not sure, he might be homophobic, but he likes Margo and Sig so... Guess not- nono!" Cutting herself off in a panic, Vi stumbles to the side, scrambling with desperation to pry the aforementioned chinchilla *Away* From her homecooked meal.
...Returning into view, dissheveled, is Violetta, holding a mischievous looking chinchilla.
.

"...You really wouldn't be able to tell that he doesn't have opposable thumbs." She states with an exasperated step backwards.