Blake stood there behind the boy and sighed in relief when he explained himself. He thanked his lucky stars, but he couldn't help but feel like an ass for holding sharp things against a senior's throat. 

The blonde boy stepped back carefully so as to leave the older one unscathed. 

[i]"Yeah, er... sorry about that."[/i] Blake apologized as he scratched the back of his head anxiously. [i]"I-it's been a long day and... I guess it was wrong for me to overreact like that. I don't really have any other excuses besides that."[/i] he twiddled his thumbs and looked up at the dark-haired boy. [i]"I'm sorry I called you forehead. I mean you have a pretty cool forehead. I mean-- never mind."[/i] Blake prayed that he wouldn't judge him badly after all of that. Holy shit, talk about bad first impressions.

He eyed the remaining slice of pizza while rubbing his roaring tummy. He was definitely feeling ravenous after everything so he figured, why not help himself to one? Sure, half the school was in ruins but at least a bunch of them were still alive and breathing. The blonde lifted the cold slice to his mouth, not minding the crunch or the staleness- so long as it filled him up, which it did.

The exorcist walked into the room where the supposed half-demon laid on the couch. He felt like he was intruding, but she did mention earlier it would be best if they all gathered up anyway. Not feeling the need to disturb her, he whispered to her as she slept:

"Sorry for bringing up the 'demons are bad' stereotype earlier." Short and simple, she probably didn't hear him- but it was the thought that counted. 

[i]"Hey, what's your name? I'm Blake. Hope you had the heart to forgive me for earlier."[/i] he whispered to the boy with the hairclip. He took a seat behind the couch and awaited whatever would happen next, all the while resting his body and regaining his energy.