"That late already? Well, you two girls have a good night." He would offer them both a smile,  before moving to gather his things. Then he would head back to his room.<br/><br/>He was already settled in, everything nice, and neat, and orderly, and in its place. His textbook and unfinished homework would be set on his desk, and he would go to the medicine cabinet in his room, staring at himself in the mirror. Gradually, his smile wore away into a deep-set frown, how he looked without the facade, without the lie.<br/><br/>He stared at himself, for a long time. Maybe minutes, but for all he knew, it was hours. He sighed, after a while, and got out of his clothes, down to boxers, and climbed into his bed to try and get some sleep.<br/><br/>"Om mani padme hum..." was the quiet, solemn chant that he slowly used as he lay there, eyes closed. He does not do this 108 times, as this was no prayer, but he simply used it as to aid him in meditation. By focusing on the chant, he was able to slowly clear his mind of his cluttered thoughts, and get to that quiet place that he needed to be in order to get to sleep.