Tumaini startled at the feel of Cain's hand in his and almost snatched at away, but after a second, let it be. Once again, he reminded himself that he wasn't make friends. Just walking to the dorm. Cain's hand felt warm against his flesh though and he knew it might give away his secret. Still, he didn't let go as they reached the building to the far left, knowing all the well the importance of keeping warmth close. "This...is it?" he asked after clearing his throat. Of course all the buildings looked the same to him, but Cain seemed sure that he picked the right one. After a second, Tumaini wondered if the other boy also stayed in this dorm. He both relished and feared that possibility. "What about you? Is this your dorm too? I..." He shook his head, choosing not to finish the thought. He worried about who his roommate might be. If all things went well, someone who wouldn't have any interest in him hopefully. Maybe a villain's son. What else could be more perfect?

As they turned down the dorm's neatly ordered halls, Tumaini finally freed his hand. Digital numbers shone at the ends of the hall, marking clearly which way he should go. Knowing he had no reason to continue with Cain, he bid the warmth of the other's presence farewell. "Well...my room is this way. Thanks..." He trailed off again, then turned away, ready to walk on if the other boy didn't respond. Classes started tomorrow. He just needed to make it until then.