Rubbing away at his tired eyes, Ambrose groaned quietly as he leaned back into the couch. He raised one eyebrow at Caleb stumbling through his words, trying to be gentle with Ambrose. Which was probably the right choice, but it still rubbed him the wrong way. He imagined everyone from the group pitied him after how the Headmaster saw right through him. He bet everyone was afraid of that happening to them as well. Still, it was strange to see Caleb stumble through his words. Usually he was the smooth, confident one.

Morgan took a seat on the couch next to Ambrose, flipping silky blond hair out of his piercing eyes. He observed the two silently for a bit, trying to exactly pinpoint the nature of his relationship.

"I mean... What more is there to talk about?" Ambrose replied with a neutral shrug, being more blunt then usual. "It's not like you should be walking around anyways, if there is anything you have to talk about, we can do it here." Ambrose continued, oblivious to the smirk crossing Morgan's face. 

"Just don't make a mess or get too rowdy." Morgan piped in, and Ambrose shot a glare at him. 

"Now why would we do that?" Ambrose grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Morgan sniffled a chuckle.

"I've heard a lot about this Caleb character." He answered honestly, "Apparently he's quite the party animal, along with his friend Samantha." 

Ambrose rolled his eyes and turned back to Caleb, "I'm well aware of that."