Cian wasn't in Melody's presence for long. She mentioned having to catch breakfast from the school cafeteria, and hurried away halfway through the art building. Cian sighed, pausing and thinking about it. He had barely eaten yesterday, and was exhausted after having not slept. He could spare half an hour at the cafeteria, especially since most of the students didn't come in until the last possible second to frantically grabbing coffee and running to their classes. He went another way, hoping Melody wouldn't feel he were following her if she saw him in the same place, and entered the cafeteria from the other side.

He collected a large cup of coffee and an egg sandwich, taking it to a corner table and settling down. Checking his watch, Cian found he still had almost forty five minutes. Taking the lid off his coffee, he drank half of it, disregarding the scalding temperature and pulling his sketch pad out of his bag. Absently eating, he barely watched his hand as he worked. It was a terrible tendency of his, needing to keep his hands busy, or he had no idea what to do with them.

No one looked in the corner. He released the pencil he was sketching with, letting it continue and resting his head on his hand. It calmed him, listening to the noise, the scratching of a sturdy pencil, even if he didn't hold it. But he hated to see what he drew. Layland again. He sighed, putting his head down and almost immediately falling asleep.