He disengaged his grip from hers after a few increasingly awkward moments, an embarrassed flush bringing a red tint to his black cheeks. He looked at her with his remarkable eyes and shrugged, as if that was some personal mannerism that only those who took the time to get to know him understood. Pulling his bag up over his shoulder (It looked remarkably heavy in the arms of the scrawny boy) and headed into the room, spying the second bed and placing his luggage down next to it.<br/>"So, Bre," he began as he started unpacking his clothes, sounding as if the name felt odd in his mouth like an unexpected ball of wax instead of a piece of chewing gum, "Tell me about yourself."