<div class="floatleft">(http://images.yuku.com.s3.amazonaws.com/image/pjpeg/12c26c14ae78983424cc312ee876c80e9cd29923.pjpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Darien Maxwell</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Habitat 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>No one until he opens his door</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Reading, thinking</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>For all his jovial joking, his sense of humor and flirtatious nature, Darien was almost entirely different in private. He was a very calm, thoughtful man with an extremely good memory (at least when it came to work and being hurt). He stretched out on his bed, sighing a bit as he looked at the ceiling. He was glad to have a day to relax since he'd just arrived but he was already looking forward to getting started in the morning. He closed his eyes, trying to forget the woman who'd caused him so much hurt. He could still see her face as much as he didn't want to. He sat up, putting his head in his hands as he rested his elbows on his legs. "God dammit Sasha...I loved you.." he said with a pained sigh. He never let people see this side of him, the few who did managed to really get in. He just hated making people worry about him was all. But he felt a smile come on as he thought of the blue-eyed cutie he'd flirted with earlier. He hoped to see more of him, making Xander blush was quite enjoyable.<br/><br/>He'd just been about to pick up one of his books when he heard a soft knock at his door. He'd since them taken his shirt off and was now bare-chested with some black khaki jeans on as he opened the door. His wide smile came back as he saw Xander on the other side. "Need to borrow a cup of sugar?" he said with a chuckle. He hoped he'd get another blush.<br/><br/>