The eyes of the dark haired man lazily drift to you, appearing as exhausted and disinterested as always. You get the sense he doesn't really want to talk with how he crosses his arms over his chest and pointedly looks away from you. He peeks back after a second to see if you're still looking at him and upon seeing you are, he realizes he might not be able to avoid this conversation. The bridge of his nose wrinkles slightly as he finally speaks, looking towards you with his tired eyes "Why are you staring at me? It's weird"