Grant sat quietly in the corner of the room. He didn't think he had anything to say to anyone, he sat quietly through Hunter's questioning, at Delilah's statement that she was going to leave, through all the discussions everyone had. The one time he almost said something was upon watching Addie and Jareth walk back into the room. He could see the look in Jareth's eyes, the look on Addie's face, and Grant was certain they were never getting back together. Not least because it looked like his 'best friend' Jareth had decided his next conquest was going to be Addie. How fucked up could this vacation get? Now [i]both[/i] his friends had betrayed him to some extent. Addie seemed intent on hurting Grant as much as he must have hurt her. At least, for some twisted reason, he hoped that was the case. It was better than her forgetting him completely, somehow. He looked round at the room. Hunter with his gunshot, everybody in stages of some sort of pain. So much for a getaway.

He was wasting his time, he realized. There was nothing, no one for him here. What was he even doing on a vacation? He should have been working, studying, interning somewhere, [i]anything[/i]. God knew he couldn't afford this kind of thing ordinarily. It was obvious this place had only messed him up more, when he needed to be at the top of his game all the time. [i]Time to go home.[/i] He didn't waste the time Delilah had on announcing to the room. It was unlikely they would care. He stood up and walked out casually, as if nothing was amiss.