But...he didn't really want to talk to her, remember?

Sure, for now. But he had talked to her earlier, even if reluctant.

Very true. She didn't even know what to talk about now.

Nor did Vex, even as he simply seemed satisfied once he finished his piece. He stood and stretched, clearly going to go back to his corner. Again. All alone. Curled up. Sadly.

"Wait!" She said, reaching out for him before pulling her hand back. What the heck was that all about?! She scolded herself mentally

He flinched away, teal eyes confused as they looked to her. He shrank a bit into himself and pushed his glasses up a bit. "...D-do you w-want something?" he said softly, quite softly.

Well, she's low key having a panic attack right now, trying to think of something to say. She said the first thing that came to her head. "Do you know how to play quarters?"

He seemed confused. "Quarters?" He tilted his head a bit.

"We just need a glass." She got a plastic cup from the bathroom and then sat down at the round table. "Okay, it's usually a drinking game, but it doesn't have to be," she said, digging in her jeans pocket and took out a quarter. "All you do is throw it flat against the table, like this..." She tossed the quarter sharply against the wood, her forearm flexing. It jumped in the air, kissing the plastic lip of the cup then spinning back onto the table. "Almost," she said. "You're supposed to get it in the glass."

Vexin tentatively came over and ... sat besides her, or at least two feet away. Hey, somewhat an improvement. He watched curiously. "So ... it's a small repeating of actions toward a goal to entertain ones self during stretches of inactive time?"