The tan skinned Asian couldn't help laughing at the boy. Gill cleared his throat while his companion tried to calm his giggles.

"That isn't what he meant, Dexter." He said smoothly, pushing his bangs away from his eyes. "You see, Derrik has-" He was cut off abruptly as the door to the kitchen swung open, revealing a red faced Derrik whose eyes were blazing with ill contained rage as he looked at Gill and Casey. He was ready to pounce before Tristan put a hand on his shoulder, calming him down with a few stern words. Tristan walked around him, sauntering over to Dexter and sitting down next to him with a loud groan while the irritated bass player walked over to the lazyboy and sulked, glaring daggers at Dexter, Gill, and Casey.

Derrik still made Dexter a little uncomfortable,so in his meak voice again he stated."I'm not trying to take your job...."He then covered his face with his hat.The boy did this when he was crying not to break into tears,and didn't want anyone to see it.

The brunette shot him an extra heated glare before getting up and storming from the room in a huff. Tristan rolled his eyes and patted Dexter on the back before standing up. He wrapped his long fingers around the boy's thin wrist and pulled him up, leading him out of the room and back to his bedroom.

Once inside he closed the door and sighed heavily, hitting the back of his head on the door as he leaned against it's wide frame. "Don't worry about Derrik," He said softly, closing his eyes and running a hand through his shaggy locks.

Dexter moved his hat from his eyes.His eyes were a little red from hiding the tears."You sure?I don't want a fight to start..."He stated weakly,while wiping his face."And I don't wanna go with you if I'll be the center of all of the fighting."He then added sighing sadly.