It was delightful to see both of them so shaken. Already it had been worth the effort of collecting all of them in his house. He did, however, not enjoy when they went on their old routine, speaking through some ethereal connection. This was the kind of thing he'd left them for. But he had some of that with Haley too now. She even padded the lie and insisted on Keida's idea. She wouldn't usually take his side over Cain's. With a pat, low on her back, Keida made it official.<br/><br/>"Aren't you glad you don't have to eat my cooking, C?" he asked and put his arm over Haley's shoulders. It was stressful for the girl, probably, but Cain also gave a very disapproving expression. Keida was having a ball. He swayed slightly, bringing her along in the pace as he walked toward the living room. Cain stayed close to the two. Despite them looking like the old trio on the surface, the undercurrents had shifted. Cain's caution and Haley's awkward were funneling Keida to some kind of leader position. Cain felt out of place.<br/><br/>The living room was open, visible from the kitchen where Keida still imaged he could smell Haley's blood. He sat her down in the couch and it was obvious Cain was very uncomfortable with how his childhood friend was able to handle the girl he liked. "So, Haley, since we're going to research and all, where are your papers?" he asked, bending over to looked at her with accusations in his yellow eyes. "Comon now. It almost looks like we weren't going to work at all." he glanced over at Cain who was having a harder time disbelieving a connection between the two.<br/><br/>Then Keida laughed. "Ah, don't worry, C. We kept everything on my computer." he assure him and turned around, slapping the athlete's shoulder as he passed. "I'll go get it." he said and went toward the stairs. While he was behind Cain, in his blind-spot, he turned to look at Haley with his arms out in a question, that judging by his expression was 'how do I fake research on my computer?'. Eventually, given that she was in no position to answer, he had to go up anyway.<br/><br/>"Wacky dude, Keida." Cain said with a short burst of nervous laughter as he sat down by her side. He stayed quiet for a while, the almost aggressive confidence he had when in the room with Keida gone now. He wasn't usually nervous around her, but their relationship had always been comfortable. For some reason it wasn't in this house. He rubbed his palms together, trying to think of something to say. "So... I know he's kind of the ladies man." he said, and that was probably the closest he'd come to asking her what her new relationship was with Keida.<br/><br/>To break the silence her phone alerted her of a message. If she was smart, she'd not let Cain see it was from the host upstairs. It invited her to the downstairs bathroom, a few steps away from the living room.<br/><br/>Keita would be waiting in there, window open. He knew his house well, and had always planned to go from his own room to the best shower, but he'd only been large enough to do it in recent years. His arms were crossed and his shoulder relied on the window frame when he nodded for her to lock the door.<br/><br/>"So. I kind of feel like teaching you some more." he said, backing her up against the large counter of the sink, that would likely remind her of the one in the kitchen. His hands held onto the edge so his arms would be her prison in this stolen moment with Cain outside. He stroked his cheekbone to her temple and closed his eyes. "Or we could go out there and explain to Cain what we've been doing. He'll appreciate that, won't he?"