Moving at his usual slow speed, Trey didn't reach his room very fast and he could already hear Adam in his. He paused for a minute outside of his door, listening to the soft music. Who did he write the song for? Why did it sound so sad? Even though he'd heard such melodies from Adam many times before, the mourning sounds never quite made sense to him. Maybe because he'd never loved anyone, he'd never mourned either. Finally, he turned toward his own room and slipped inside.

Not bothering to turn on any lights, he shed clothing items as he walked, leaving them scattered all over the floor. Taking his headphones with him, Trey drew himself a bath and disappeared into the water. A playlist of old Celtic and inspired modern songs played through, letting him disappear for a good portion of the morning. The water and the music relaxed him more than any person could, even if they had good intentions. He fell asleep after a while, knees tucked up under his chin and his arms around them. For once, he expression looked peaceful and normal without any hint of the usual awkwardness and tension he usually carried with him when around others.