3. Moments of Intimacy

Braedin reflexively adjusted the book in response to the soft words that came from behind his shoulder. It wasn't until a page or two later that he realized that his roommate was standing behind him, reading over his shoulder. It seemed odd to him, but somehow he hadn't been surprised or irritated by this intimacy. For, it was intimate. He was trusting the other with his back, something that his dark-haired roommate had not earned.

Once Braedin realized this, he turned slowly, his dark eyes meeting his roommate's vibrant gaze. Yet, he did not allow himself to react too quickly. Instead he forced himself to consider his words carefully and determine whether it would be best to keep this instinctive familiarity, or to tear it down and begin working on it from the beginning.

"Hello." Braedin said finally, deciding that perhaps the best course of action would be to ignore the strange incident entirely. "I'm Braedin O'Shea. I suppose I'm your roommate." He smiled cordially, extending his hand to shake. This guy didn't seem bad. Rather, he seemed the sort that was entirely pleasant. But it was best not to make judgments now. They could wait until he had more information to work with. "Where's your family from?"