The brunette sat and waited, looking out the window as he attempted to calm himself from the jolt of trauma, not liking the feeling of no physical contact now. He needed something to ground him, something at made this time more real then back then.
Oh, he’d gotten in the academy for a good reason, though it had taken a while for him to actually reach the school due to his extended leave of society. However, this was not information he was willing to give out without a great deal of trust, if Jenno ever wanted to know, then he would need to do some serious work.
When the other assassin was up he quickly got to his feet, taking the proffered hand as he eased up into a standing position. Auel openly accepted the supporting arm around his waist, he was limping or anything of the sort, but it was still liked and he slowly put his own appendage around the black and white haired youth.
The multi-color eyed assassin was completely silent on the way to his room, ignoring anything his companion said, he actually didn’t even know if he’d said anything or not over their short journey. He silently directed Jenno around corners, his body truly moving of it’s own accord, as he wasn’t very coherent at the moment, stuck in is own revolving little world.
Once they arrived at his room he finally came out of his stupor, disarming his door, causing the doorknob to disappear and a flat dead bolt lock to appear, before pulling out a normal key to open it. He gave a door a good boot and passed under the frame. “Please, ignore the mess.” He said smoothly, a little less shaken, but still so. His room wasn’t actually messy at all, just a few piles of canvas here and there, with unfinished paintings on them and some vastly colored pallets and brushes.
He had his room all to himself, no roommates. He’d requested this and was one of the few to actually receive it on this floor.