Louis closed the door and latched it as Isaac began digging for the supplies he needed to fix the damage Louis had caused. Louis felt the guilt painted across his face as he watched. He quickly decided to do something else with himself to try and hide his involvement. [i]What am I doing? It's not like he could possibly guess what really happened.[/i] Louis dipped into Isaac's refrigerator, looking for something to take the edge off. There were a handful of beers left on the shelves and Louis sighed. [i]What better time to start drinking than now, right?[/i] He snatched one off the shelf, then, as to not seem rude, scooped up two more. He walked across the room avoiding eye contact with either of them and placed the two extra beers on the coffee table. Louis moped around the room while Isaac worked. The room was awkwardly silent, minus the occasional grunt from their new acquaintance. Louis, while lost in his own mind, began to subconsciously tidy up the room. He had been doing this for several minutes before Isaac turned around to him and asked flatly, "What are you doing?" "Huh? Oh. Uh, I dunno. My bad." Louis put the nicnac back where he had picked it up from and drank the rest of his beer. It had an undesirable taste to it and Louis couldn't help but wonder what the hell people saw in the flavor. He shrugged and tossed it over towards the trash can. It tipped the rim and bounced back onto the floor with an overly exaggerated clang, enhanced by the tense emotions filling the space. "... Sorry." Louis shuffled over to the can and replaced it into the trash can. At a loss for what to do with himself, Louis flopped down onto a recliner and sighed deeply. [i]He won't figure it out, fool. Not unless you keep behaving like this. Compose yourself.[/i] Louis wondered for a moment if these were his thoughts, or Isaac's. He hadn't known Isaac to be able to send thoughts, but the thought lingered. He shrugged it off, calmed himself, and discovered just how tired he had become; it really had been an outrageously long day.