Octavian's breath hitched when he saw the gun move in the others hand, he expected to find himself staring blindly into the barrel tunnel and then shot in the head. Instead, the gun was set down, placed aside somewhere he couldn't see it anymore. It made him a bit anxious. But, the others gaze caught him, almost... calmed him with how dull they looked.<br/><br/>"Bryan." He repeated softly, wanting to see how it sounded on his lips. He wasn't sure if he liked it. "You seem calm, monotone with little change. A single color, I'd guess you're blue if I had to paint you. It's not bad though, that blue has different shades, though maybe not too different, there are shifts." He gave a slight shrug, he liked it. Someone not wrapped in hate and desire for bloodshed. Calm, collected, maybe a little boring and queer to those inside the walls.<br/><br/>The tone, which didn't seem to go well with expressing emotions, made his ears twitch nervously, was he mad? It was hard to tell, but the question seemed a little more angry than curious. His lips parted, but they trembled as his mind became suddenly clustered with too many things to pick apart. When he tried asking again he felt a weird part of him want to start laughing due to awkwardness, but he thought he understood the question a little better now. "I-I..." He started slowly, letting his nerves calm down. His hands began fiddling with his fingers in the nervous way that they did.<br/><br/>"I like collecting things, small things that people inside the walls don't want," Octavian said softly, a soft smile on his lips as he had an odd feeling the other wouldn't judge him for his odd kind of hobby. Very slowly he reached behind to grab the bag and pull it off of his shoulders, he didn't want him to think he had some kind of weapon. Timidly he took a few steps closer to the gap in the hole and flipped the flap open and dug around before pulling out his newly found pin. "I found it when you saw me run... I like shiny things." He shifted the metal so it gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. "It's pretty." He murmured, mesmerized by the glow.<br/><br/>"You're shaking." He bluntly pointed out at last as the other didn't seem to be trying to stop it, so he took that as he hadn't even noticed what his own body was doing. Finally, he closed the second set of eyes that were only slightly open into tiny black slits. Now they went back to what could be assumed to be very misplaced eyebags.