"Kris found a girl!" the tall one shouted.  

The atmosphere in the room changed drastically from confusing to extremely awkward. The one called Lay merely raised his eyebrows, hand still pointing at you. The other one had now clasped his hands together and was staring proudly at you and Kris. Kris seemed to have visibly stiffened and a figurative thunder cloud seemed to have formed above his head. 

"Chen!" he called in a sour tone. Huh, so that was the other one's name. "We're not together," he stated confidently, "I smashed her hand into her door. I need Lay to fix it." You didn't want to turn around and look at the angry expression you feared was on his face. Instead you stared at the ground. 

"Guess I hoped for too much," Chen said nonchanlantly and resumed his buisness in the kitchen. 

You were busy wondering if they even knew what a vacumn was given the floor's condition, when two black socked feet appeared in your vision. You looked up startled to find Lay right in front of you. You backed up only to hit Kris, who nudged you forward into Lay. You caught and straightened yourself while Lay gently took your hand and looked at it. He sighed and looked up at Kris,

"You say you slammed the door?" Kris sheepishly nodded and rubbed the back of his neck, before joining Chen in the kitchen. 

Lay sighed and gestured you to sit on the couch. You sank right into it to the point you could feel the springs at the bottom. Lay sauntered off into what you assumed was his room, and came back a moment later with a first aid kit and what looked like a wrist brace. 

"Don't all the dorms come with a first-aid kit?" you asked basically asking, 'why did I have to come all the way here?'. Lay looked at you and gave a small smile. 

"As you may know, I dance a lot," he said calmly gesturing to the rest of the empty living room with only a stereo, "When you dance you sometimes get injured. I ended up taking a small medical course. Kris figured that makes me his personal nurse though." He let of a small frown at then end as though he had just realized Kris was using him. 

"You ought to start billing him," you said shyly trying to keep the conversation going. Lay gave you a small smile before going to work on your hand. You noticed there was a numbing cream, a wrist brace and some gauze. 

"I'll do the best I can and this should work. I assume Kris didn't want to take you the hospital because of his paranoid health care views so this'll have to do. I remember busting my hand in a dance once," he cringed at the motion, "I fell and landed wrongly and I did this. It worked well. . .just give it time."  

Lay gave off this aura that made you feel comfortable around him. He just