Juno's hand on his wrist had Maddison looking away from the other two, his attention now on the other. And that little shake of his head tempting Mads to tell him to<i>‘fuck off’</i>.<br/><br/>"Right...friends.” He just barely managed a smile, which faltered as Juno’s hold on his wrist tightened just enough to be painful. He glanced at the other, his expression and words not adding up with the vice like grip he had on Mads wrist. Mads didn’t linger on it long though, wanting nothing more then to get the hell out of dodge. So when Juno mentioned the offer of a ride, he clung to it like a drowning man would a life-raft. "I’m coming with," he said, already hefting his backpack onto his shoulder as he pushed away from the desk he'd been perched on. Mads couldn’t bring himself to look at the other two, couldn't even muster a parting joke. And he knew that trying to, would only give away more about his current mood than saying nothing at all. Hell, they were so focused on each other they’d probably not even notice if he’d just slipped out the room without a word. Still, he managed a, “see you love birds later,” as he pushed open the art room door, not waiting around for a reply from either of them.<br/><br/>"Mind if I tag along to the gym?" he said, once Juno had caught up to him, "Wait, no, nevermind, I'm coming along regardless." If his presence annoyed Juno, that was just too damn bad. The other boy would just have to deal with it, because the last thing Mads felt like was being alone right now.