[i]Alon marveled at Lance's eyes; somebody always told him that when looking at other's, search their eyes first. And yet, he was always mesmerized. Whether it be their story or their colour, he loved the way he saw people. It was as fair a judgement as any; for one who'd seen much, he could make an accurate assessment. Seeing Lance's eyes for the first time in a while made him happy, too. As their eyes met, the coldness seemingly melted to him and all Alon saw was the confidence they hid, and the sorrows within. [/i] That's good, never expected you to really show up here. I mean, this was my home before all... but now it's in a new place under the same name. Neat, huh? [i]At the mention of his display, Alon looked down with a bit of embarrassment. It wasn't often some saw his emotions raw, let alone like that. The collective calm and cheerful mood he tried to spread was the image he tried to keep after all.[/i] Y-yeah... sorry about that I um just... needed a little release, y'know? [i]Alon smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his bionic nervously. It was a rare thing indeed, and Alon wasn't keen on having been caught in the act.[/i] I apologize if it was... [u]childish[/u]... [i]Spitting the word out like venom, he shook his head in disgust. It was clear he wasn't fond of it, but, willing to admit it all the same.[/i]