Looking up from where he was sitting on the couch, Tristram listened to what Neo said to him, his expression at that time hard to read. He was quiet as he sat there, and what he heard from the other male felt like a slap to his face. A slap, yes, but a much-needed one. And with that slap, he calms himself, no longer feeling anger towards Neo, but understanding. Even though he'd not met Rattus or Yukina, he felt that he knew a little bit more, and his knowing of the situation grew.<br/><br/>He was silent as the other finished, going back to his regular accent, saying that if Tristram didn't understand that what he was trying to say that he was dumb as shit. Hanging his head, he stares at his hands, a slight frown on his lips, and his eyes lowered. Thinking, wondering what to say. Because all he could think of at that moment was... "I'm sorry." He raises his head to look at Neo, a somber smile now upon his lips. "I really am. I guess...I got out of hand, I was caught up in the moment...I was only thinking of myself."<br/><br/>Pausing, he stands up from the couch, holding out his hand to Neo. "I want to trust you. I want to trust the others. If you'll accept me, then I can accept you too." He hopes that Neo was willing to take his hand, and if he did he waits a moment before letting go, letting his arm fall to his side, not sure what to say, as the words that Neo had said moments before were still swirling around in his head, sobering and bringing his thoughts down-to-earth.<br/><br/>"As of earlier...well...I guess I was just trying to say...ugh...how do I put this..." He searches for words to say, glancing around the room, thinking. "I'll put this to you completely straight, as there is no other way to say it. I'm an orphan. I grew up alone in the world with no family to call my own. Ever since I was too young to remember, this has been how it was. I know I had to have had a mother and father, but they were long gone before I could even say my own name." He sighs softly, glancing over at Neo, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm not trying to gain pity about this, I just...wanted to make it so you knew a little of my story...if that was okay."<br/><br/>Everything was so chaotic right now. Not literally, but the things that were happening were so different from what he was used to. He reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, turning away and walking over to the window, glancing outside, dolefully, at the bleak surroundings of the apartment. "So...did you have any place to be...or...?" He wasn't quite sure how to address Neo's presence, nor the fact he actually wanted to hang out longer. It has been quite some time since Tristram had any sort of company, even if it was just someone bring mail, or the dorm lady telling him to take out the trash.