Trey sunk to the floor in a corner between the bed and the wall. Without the lights on, he could breathe. It wasn't like he couldn't deal with people considering he performed on a stage, but he was always prepared for it then. He didn't deal well with this kind of unexpected contact. And questions? Why would they ask him?

He'd been sitting with his eyes closed for minutes when he heard Adam knock on the door. For a second, he considered ignoring his friend. That would just make him worry though and Adam already worried enough. Trey unfolded himself and slipped over to the door. "...It's fine," he muttered as he opened it and stepped away again, moving to sit on the bed without ever making eye contact with Adam. "Emil's with her?" Honestly he was surprised Adam left the other alone with the fan. He expected to sit alone for much longer.