"Yet...despite my last words... you've grown on me, Stella Rose, somehow..." these words were muttered to no one in particular, she had left, leaving him with unwanted feelings and unanswered questions.
An unfinished puzzle.
There was nothing he hated more then that. Puzzles were meant to be completed, meant to be figured out, and unfinished ones were a sin in the worst. This was a weakness he admitted to, incomplete puzzles were what got him, it made him irate just seeing one. This Stella had the audacity to leave one piece out of his reach, and he wouldn't get it from her.
He had to resort to other means. Which were researching, studying, and gathering info on her past. When he finally got that piece, he wouldn't wave it around for all to see, not even to her, no, he would keep it for himself and make him satisfied, knowing he completed the puzzle.
He was snapped out of his searching stare and whirring mind when someone else entered, another girl.
"Are you alright? What happened, if I may ask?"
He stared quietly at the girl for a few moments, eyes slightly widened, before they became half-lidded in indifference once more.
"Ah, well, I suppose you could say we were having one of those 'moments', well, she was at least, and asked why I helped her, I said it was because she's another student, and because I sympathize with her...situation. I went on to warn her about the issues we'd have if we became friends, she didn't get the answer she wanted, and then shut down and left," He shrugged nonchalantly, hiding the small pinprick of disappointment about the whole situation very well, though inside it was still there, still making him uncomfortable.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose through his medical mask in irritation about the last statement, and took a 'calming' drink of his Dr. Pepper, letting out a sigh as it traveled through his mouth, leaving a pleasant aftertaste.
"So, who are you?" He faced the girl once again, studying her appearance with a clinical eye and already beginning to file information about her away. She had red hair and blue eyes, quite a unique trait, her skin was fair, pale even, but not the sickly pale appearance of his own skin. It was void of any scars to mar her pretty skin, in which he felt a slight pang of jealousy, seeing as how his whole body was covered in scars, which were hidden to the best of his ability as to not cause a panic. The only visible ones were on the top half of his boyish face.
After he was done the examination he met her eyes once more, and gave her a close-eyed smile, no ill intent visible on the outside, or lingering on the inside, "Ah, I guess I should give mine first...she never did tell me if that's what the custom is in England," he paused, tilting his head with a thoughtful expression, before shrugging, "Whatever, my name is Azaiah, Azaiah Morgos," he held out a bandaged hand for her to shake.