<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Edward's reclusivity agitated him slightly, his brows furrowing for a moment as the male retreated into himself and from his wandering fingers. And he <i>knew </i>the man lied about the markings, he knew what cigarette stubs did to flesh. Films had taught him too much about the real world and the abusive toll of human behavior. Which worked in and against his favor for certain aspects of his daily routine. Attempting to understand Edward's meek and cold attitude, he fluttered his rejected hand to his lap and massaged a patch on his jeans. <br/>
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The warning did not bounce on deaf ears as he perfectly understood what Edward meant, heat blooming on his cheeks in shame at his selfishness. Of course, someone or more likely multiple people, would need to rid the chaos implemented on Dwayne's chambers. Why he hadn't consider such, he couldn't fathom. But the guilt of forcing Edward into an unfair result had been enough to make him rethink. "Okay, you're right. I'll outline a new plan with less fraternity trouble, ya?" Smile splitting on his lips, he straightened upright and stretched a hand down to Edward to aid him. <br/>
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"C'mon, we've a frat house to explore. Some of the guys might hang around, I'll have to check the schedules posted in the foyer,". On an additional note he confirmed, "And after we can buy lunch. You'll have to tell me where you wanna go so I can time our absence from the house,". Also bending to retrieve his case and toss his drink into the trashcan not far off, he awaited confirmation with a firm grasp of his reaching hand. </span></span>