He walked back home and counted the steps, counting everything he could just to keep his mind off Layland. He seemed rather cold, and Cian was just the opposite. He had a rather cool exterior until one broke through it and the stuttering tendencies he had. He looked up after a while, finding himself already at his home. It was a two-bedroom, but one was more of an art studio and storage area for his packages from home. His parents sent him gold and gems and materials for him to work with when he didn't have a project for class to work on. Of course he did now, and wanted to get that done, but was afraid about what he might paint. He had to paint a realistic person, after all.

Unlocking his door, Cian stepped in and breathed as if he hadn't been able to outside. Removing his bag, he threw it onto the couch and went to the first floor bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. It was hard to see himself through his hair and he brushed it back, staring at his amethyst eyes. If he bought colored contacts, he might be able to make them a normal color. But he'd never thought about that. He sighed, pressing his forehead against the mirror and thinking again of Layland. Could he get rid of the chemical inside him on his own? Maybe he could throw it all up and be fine later... Maybe it would run its course and he'd be fine tomorrow... He sniffed, pushing away and going to the kitchen as he tried to think about a painting to begin.