Carlos speechlessly sat from his position on the couch while waiting for Emil to come back. He examined the room, looking at the decor and arrangement of furniture.

As he waited, he couldn't help but think,"I have no idea what to do. This is awkward." He rhythmically tapped his foot,"I wonder if Emil's coming back as soon as he said he would..."

He stared at the floor and grasped the sheets laid out beneath him. Just the sudden mention of Emil had him occupying his thoughts. Carlos smiled. Oh gosh. Was that just a smile? That was a smile.

Carlos shook his head," No, no. I'm not gonna behave or feel like this." He muttered to himself as he attempted to push any thoughts of Emil to the back of his mind. "Yeah. He's just some guy I've known for not even a day. Yeah. He's no big deal. I don't really feel anything." He continued to tell himself, although it wasn't true.

He pressed his hands against his face all the while murmuring something incoherent. He rolled his head from side to side. The emotional agony was too much. Just then Emil came shuffling awkwardly back to his seat. Carlos slightly gasped as he pretended all was normal.

"Mh… So, uh…," Emil checked the time. 7:33 PM. Guess getting advice took longer than originally thought. "Sorry, I don't mean to bother you. You're probably tired, right?" He watched for Carlos' response, feeling upset for wasting both of their time this evening. If only he could actually start a normal conversation with him.

"Oh, nah, it's alright." Carlos waved a hand,"It's not too late." In honesty, he was growing tired but he felt the need to remain awake with Emil. He stifled a yawn.

Both sat there in a silent companionship for a minute or so, listening to the outside world, footsteps, and occasional chatter amongst the house. Suddenly feeling self-conscious in the stillness, Emil tried to quiet his breathing. He tried to appear calm. Collected. Relaxed.

Emil opened his mouth to speak but found himself needing to clear his throat. He muffled a cough through his nervousness."Hey, w-why don't we try to get to know each other better?" What an awkward stutter. "You know, since you're staying and all… If you want to."

Carlos nodded with a smile,"Sure. Hm, what do you even do around here?"

"It kind of depends on what everyone else is doing. Sometimes I stay in or go out by myself, then again sometimes we all go out together." Emil couldn't help but feel embarrassed by how plain he sounded."Well, what do you normally do?"

"Most of the time I would be about my town. The weather is always so warm and pleasant back home. Other than that, I'd usually hang around my house relaxing." Carlos stretched out his arms and lolled his head back against the frame of the couch, as if just talking about it made him feel at home.

"I guess it's pretty different over there." Emil stated, imagining what it would feel like to stroll along the streets of Carlos' home country. He shrugged off the thought.

Carlos looked at Emil with bright eyes,"I also enjoy dancing, it's pretty fun! Do you dance?"

"Oh! Ah, no." Emil looked down at his lap, embarrassed. He had enjoyed the thought of dancing to a degree, yet it was too awkward to act out in real time. Sensing he should justify his take on dancing he continued,"I don't think I'd be really good at it if I tried."

Carlos motioned a hand, seemingly an attempt to wave the negativity away,"That's nonsense. You don't have to be good to dance." He laughed,"I dance because I like to not because I'm good. I'm sure you'd be fine if you tried."

Emil remained quiet and simply nodded with a faint smile as he took in Carlos' words. He felt stupidly insecure.

"We can dance together later if that sounds good? You could really use the exercise." Carlos teased, playfully hitting at Emil's arm.

Flustered at the sudden offer to dance, Emil couldn't find the right words to say. "I, uh. That's." He breathed in. "Sure, I guess." He breathed out. Emil really didn't want to dance, especially in front of Carlos, but he couldn't manage to say no. He would simply have to go along with it, no matter how uncomfortable it would be.

"That's the spirit!"