Demetrius' words stung, not that he'd let it show. Seth shifted and leaned on the railing as he took another drag. "...shit..." he breathed softly, a new cloud of smoke drifting lazily around his head. He was deep in his own world of thoughts, as he often was when out on the fire escape, never noticing Glenn.<br/><br/>He looked toward Deme's window when the light came on. His tail twitched, the way only a squirrel tail can, forming an 'S'. Why did things have to be so complicated? A sad look of longing settled over him as he finished his cigarette. Putting the butt out he dropped it to a dumpster below. With a sigh and glance toward the light from Deme's room Seth went back into his room.