Jaiden heard the footsteps approaching the bathroom, looking towards the door, set on edge. Relaxing only marginally when it was Vaille who greeted him. He wasn't ready to face Caine quite yet, confront the guilt over making him worry. Or the guilt of walking out on him. Really, there was so much guilt wrapped up in this one action that he wondered if he'd ever be ready to face it. But there was nothing accusatory in Vaille's gaze, his tone soft and even. Soothing frayed nerves and helping him settle. "Maybe its natural. I still wish I'd handled it better."<br/><br/>His friend offered to help him feel better, and the redhead didn't have the heart to push him away when hands found tense shoulders. Let him try what he would, it certainly couldn't do anything worse to this situation. So stressed he was about all this that the sudden shift in mood didn't register right away. How Vaille had grown too close. Not until the man questioned him, very suddenly and deliberately pressed up against him. Jaiden froze, the shock keeping him from reacting to the advance as he should.<br/><br/>"Vaille?" The name dropped from his lips, quiet and uncertain. This was his friend, someone who had wanted to help. Someone he trusted, even after only knowing him a few days. Whatever was happening, it couldn't have been what he thought. A hand slid over his mouth, and it was then that Jaiden thought to push the man away. Reaching up to grab hold of his wrist, trying to pull himself free. But Vaille gave him no reprieve, instead capturing his hands to hold him in place, as fingers pinched off his airway.<br/><br/>Green eyes widened in distress, meeting Vaille's yellow gaze questioningly. Trying in vain to shake the man off, given no leverage and no room to effectively defend himself. Words fell on deaf ears, panic rising in Jaiden's chest as the need for breath began to burn in his lungs. Begging without words to be shown mercy, until there was no air left within him, unable to even whimper. An only then was the hand removed, Jaiden pulling in a greedy lungful of air, going slack with relief. Crashing to the floor a moment later as his support was ripped away.<br/><br/>His head was still spinning, slow to pick himself up. Too slow, as his body was repositioned before he could get himself upright, a heavy hand taking hold of his hair and smashing his face into the floor. Breath hissed through his teeth in displeasure, trying and failing to lift his head. "Learn what?!" Perhaps not the most pressing question, and certainly not the right response in that moment. He should have been shouting, kicking up a fuss. Anything to get Vaille off of him, or to get Caine's attention, wherever he was. And yet he wanted to know what Vaille had meant, why he was acting so strangely.<br/><br/>The only answer he was given was increased pressure on his head, making it hard to focus on anything other than the friction between cold ceramic and skin. A distressed cry caught in his throat as Vaille's free hand moved to more intimate areas, teasing him directly. Heat flushed into his cheeks, futilely willing his body not to react. "What do you think!? What's there to feel better about?!" And yet he still wasn't fighting back, wasn't trying to cause a scene or get Caine's attention. Jaiden told himself it was because he didn't want to be seen like this, in this state.