<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><i>Yeesh. Did I seem too clingy? </i>Tiger had never been good with relationships, friendship or more. Which is why he often settled for a no-strings attached basis, to lessen the deeper connections he had with people. Edward had a good point in questioning him, and truthfully, he didn't know why he'd miss the kid. Perhaps he had seen a little of himself, the parts which had died, in his youth within Edward's gullibility and kindness. And he sure as hell couldn't ignore these facts about the man as he lie there thinking. <br/>
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"Well, I can always use an extra friend, ya know? Plus, you're fucking brilliant and generous...what's not to like?" Playing the kiss-ass card, he shrugged his shoulders with a double-sided smile. "But, I don't think shipping to a new country is such a great notion. Think about it, Edward. You'll have no one with you, you'll have no clue about their customs and practices and ideals. Not firsthand anyhow. America isn't exactly well-known for having a stable and accepting system,". A helpless twist of lips and the rise of his brows only affirmed what he verbally spoke. Yet everything he mentioned, although possibly true, were simply excuses for Edward not to think of migrating. <br/>
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"You should wait until you graduate. You'll have better preparation and knowledge on deck. And you're young, maybe you'll change your mind,". As if he couldn't himself. Tiger dabbled with the loose strings on the sheets, twining the pieces around his index. "You're decision, though. Just know, you can't really turn back if everything falls apart at the seams,".</span></span>