Collapsing the space between entry and hall, he sighed mutely through parsed lips and turned around to observe Edward. The male had steadily found his course to the assortment of awards on his shelves, a few dating as far as eight years ago. Some genuinely mattered and some had a lost cause, but the reminders were always pleasant to view every day for motivation and determination. Shuffling over to the desk and settling his case on the surface, an eyebrow arose with Edward's commentary. To situate himself comfortably, he plodded to his bed and sat on the edge, legs dangling to the wood panels as he nicked his shoes off.<br/><br/>"First place for?.." Tiger criss-crossed his legs once the task had been finalized, the Converse abandoned in diagonals as he lie fully vertical on the mattress. "How'd the trophy break?" Curiosity wound his tone as he rested his chin on intersecting forearms, peering indifferently at his companion. Track and fitness certificates and medals consisted the majority of his own collection, a mirage of coppers and silvers and golds and whites. The only items he did not dare to leave at home with his parents, who'd likely pawn the metals for cash or con someone into buying the trophies for their own children.