After seeing all those exchanges with things that werenât really there, Syliph wasnât so sure if he wanted to sit with him or even near him anymore. But he was much too polite to walk away. Carefully he makes his way around the table to sit at the other side. He places his tray down and lowers himself. âTry anyth- Oh. You donât have to worry. I wonât I donâtâŠreally try anything. Iâm just..â He stops himself from rambling too much when he sees the otherâs expression. He gives a small clear of his throat.Â
Looking first at the other's, then his own tray he noticed his untouched food, heard his stomach rumble. But was it save to eat? What if it would be distraction enough to leave him open for some sort of attack? Clenching his teeth he swallowed hard, his eyes immediately going back to the man, eyeing him suspiciously. "-You're just?" he asked, wanting to hear how the sentence ended, thinking that maybe it exposed the other of posing a threat after all. It wasn't that Jason wanted the other to be one, in fact, under normal circumstances, the guy would have seemed anything but threatening to him, but still. The irrational fear in his stomach wouldn't disappear, wouldn't let go of him, And he didn't know why. Letting out a frustrated groan, he decided that he was getting tired of this - it made him angry, being so jumpy. Leaning forward a bit over the table he asked, in a hushed tone, "What can you do anyway?"










