Aleron strode to the suite that was meant for himself and Jaron, and when he did get there, he spotted Jaron on the couch easily. Without saying a single word he strode up to the vampire- Not really from the front, but along the back of the couch, then leaning over the backing of the couch to simply give Jaron's cheek a peck. A make shift apology- Without any words coming from himself. He simply felt as though.. Maybe he'd been too intent on pressing buttons. Jaron's buttons, to be clear. But he couldn't get himself to say sorry when he knew it wouldn't sound sincere. So he went a different route.<br/><br/>Without any other actions nor waiting for anything from Jaron, Aleron then swiftly headed for his room so he could get prepared, dragging a hand through his wild hair that he already knew he'd have no luck in taming. If his mother couldn't do it, than there was no way in hell he'd ever be able to do it.