The door opened without as much as a knock and Rivers walked in with a plate of pancakes and some concoction of who knows what. Both items were put down next to him. He did not look up from his book or even acknowledge Rivers was in the room. He will just treat Rivers like he does everyone, like they don't exist, at least then they just think him rude, not a freak. He tried before, he tried interacting with people, but he always say or do something wrong, he would unknowingly tell them something about their future or refer to things still to happen, it was part of him, he couldn't help it, and it always freaked people out. Better not interact at all. Even if he did crave human interaction, that is why he stuck around, Celeste seemed to not mind him being weird as much. Well she did talk to..... whatever that was.<br/><br/>Rivers made a comment about his head, "The only thing that would work is taking the damn thing off" (damit, why can't he ignore him like he could the others?) He finally looked up from his book. "It's okay, my head hurts more often than not, you get use to it."<br/><br/>Nothing that he had forgotten to clean the glass and Rivers was now cleaning his mess he got off the bed to help. "Sorry, I forgot that, you don't have to clean my mess."<br/><br/>"Don't worry, they never include me in their talks either. People don't generally like me very much, you get used to it" He climbed back into the bed taking a bite of pancakes. Nadia really was a great cook.<br/><br/>"They mean well, don't want to worry people or something. Useless since I end up seeing it anyway."<br/><br/>Realizing he was once again being weird and talking too much (seriously what was wrong with him?) he went back to his book. "You can start packing if you want" CHRIS FOR FUCKS SAKE