Living Room

Andrew had followed behind into the apartment. A sharp breath escaped his lips as the warmth of the room had hit him. It was relaxing, but the immediate heat caused him to become drowsy. It was the only thing about a warm atmosphere he could do without. He looked around the room, noting it had remained the same since his last time being there. 

"No," he said calmly, "I should be fine."

Andrew had answered her question even after she had cut herself off. Upon looking over, he noticed another figure. It was obvious the silhouette was a male. He nodded in a manner that signified that he understood. So this was Victoria's brother? It was the first time he had met him. Oddly enough, he remained calm as Victoria seemed somewhat phased by his presence. Upon listening, he had heard the name Judas. Of course, he was not spoken to afterwards, so he felt as if he were intruding. 

"I apologize," he began to say, "but I feel as though I may be intruding upon your conversation. If you'll excuse me..."

He made his way past Victoria, accepting his jacket from her after she had removed it. He then nodded to Judas. Upon hearing the name 'Alice', it brought back the faint memory of the earlier conversation. Andrew knew there was a time and place for everything, and just standing there and listening to their conversation did not seem right. In calm strides, he began his way up the staircase that lead to the second floor, making his way up them. About halfway, he came to a halt. 

"Ah," he paused, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Andrew Glaszov. If there is anything I can do to make your stay more welcoming, allow me to know."

At the sound of Andrew's introduction and offer, Judas gave his head a faint shake. "There's no need to trouble yourself on my behalf. I'm just sorry to impose on you two." he apologized wholeheartedly. He studied Andrew for a moment musing to himself; I wonder- before his train of thought was derailed by her kick and biting words.

The kick, although surprising, caused him little pain. Victoria's words, however struck his damaged psyche more than any weapon could. The mostly hidden dischord in his eyes now swallowed them; their stare now blank and barely focussed. "W-why would you joke about something like that, Victoria..? S-she was j-just here..." he uttered in a voice barely above that of a whisper, stumbling over words as he spoke. He searched for any tell of a jest in her features, and upon finding none stared wordlessly at her with eyes placid like water before a coming storm.