Thread: An Unexpected Romance [Xanatos and Sigr]

Austin almost felt like he was looking in a mirror as Alex talked about wanting to help Mike but being unable to because she didn't know what was wrong, to begin with. He sure understood that sentiment. At the same time, he saw a bit of himself in her description of Mike's tendency to overthink everything. Austin dealt with overanalyzing things for sure. Typically his brother and Seth's bizarre and mostly silent numbness. He opened his mouth as if to say something in response when the teacher appeared. He leaned back in his seat, opting to let it wait. It wasn't terribly important anyway. As previous, he paid careful attention, making note of anything worth noting on the first day. He had to agree with Alex, history was incredibly boring but at least they shared that mutual boredom together. As class winded down, he pushed himself up from his seat, stretching with an audible groan. He began repacking his bag, glancing over at Alex. I think you're right about Mike. I think it'll all work out in the end. Wouldn't hurt to nudge him a bit on it, though. If you've been so close for so long, I'm sure he'd understand that you're just worried about him. He slung his bag over his shoulder, pocketing his hands. You know, just in case it is serious. Seth shut down altogether a couple years ago. Mike seems like a nice guy, I'd hate to see that happen to him. Once satisfied that he was ready to go, he ran his hand through is hair with a sigh. He smiled a little in Alex's direction, nodding towards the door. We should go find our grumps, I imagine. Seth stopped drawing again, as Austin said that he just had to be decisive and clear. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. Could he do that? Just say, to hell with the consequences, and go for it? He didn't know if he had the courage to even think about something like that. At Austin's word of thanks, he looked back over at the other boy, giving him a small nod in affirmation. If anything, he felt like he owed him thanks. In trying to help Mike solve his own issue, he may have discovered the solution to his own problem. He turned the page back in his sketchbook to study the earlier drawing of the girl again. He didn't smile this time. If anything he stared at it in almost fearful anticipation. He then turned to another page, not finishing the one he'd started at the beginning of class, and began anew. He spent the duration of class on the new sketch. It beginning to take the form of a young boy staring through a window, or perhaps a mirror, at the girl pictured before. As class ended, he packed away the sketchbook, standing from his desk. He moved to wordlessly leave, almost reaching the door when he realized he had no earthly idea where he was supposed to go. He hadn't been involved with the plan to meet up, and had no idea where Austin's class was. Even more so, facing Austin after storming off would be difficult for him. He already felt bad for basically snapping at him in homeroom. He turned to face Mike, sighing softly. I don't suppose you know where Austin went, do you? He asked softly, his hands clutching his bag strap as his gaze fell to the floor.