John laughed, "That's what they keep telling me" he said with a kind smile. Slowly the realization dawned on him that there really was something going on that he had missed, and there was a small amount of tension in the room. Not like the group was about to fight or something, but the student got the impression that he should probably get to bed and let them finish whatever they were doing. He never liked that guy who came in at the end of a conversation and asked 'what happened', so he didn't. "I'm turning in guys, see you in the morning. By the way Colt my German mid-term is coming up, I need to get with you for some tutoring" he proposed while taking another sip, waving and turning off towards his room.<br/><br/>John's room wasn't big, and looked almost contradictory. There were posters of pro-athletes next to a post of the periodic table. The page markers for Advanced Biology and Marine Life were two MVP baseballs he had his team sign back in high school. With a sigh he threw himself down onto his comforter, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for exhaustion from the day to settle in.