Shortly after returning to his room, Chase moved over to his bed and fell, face down, on top of it. He let go then. Warm, salty tears poured from his eyes and drew wet lines across his face. His breathing became irregular as he sobbed and he pulled a pillow to his chest for comfort. He'd never realized before that he was homesick. In fact, he'd never realized how much this dinky little dorm room meant to him. It really wasn't anything special, but still... It was kind of the only semblance of a home he had. He'd had the opportunity for another one, a long time ago... but he'd destroyed any chances of that. Ripped them to tiny little pieces...<br/><br/>The boy simply lay there for a moment, letting the benign human emotions that had been so foreign to him flow forth. They were tears, certainly, but he wasn't sad. That was what was so confusing to him. One hears of people crying out of happiness, but to do so yourself is completely different.<br/><br/>There came a knock at the door and Chase looked up. Drunkenly, he stood and went to open the door, trying in vain to wipe the watery streaks from his face. He saw that the person knocking was Isana, here, for whatever reason, with a laptop. For once she seemed.. very caught off guard. She handed him a kitkat to eat and made herself at home in his room. "Uh.. thanks," he said, opening the wrapper and eating the crunchy chocolate inside. For some reason, the flavor was soothing, and it helped keep more tear streaks from appearing on his cheeks. "So what's going on?"