Geo is sitting under a tree in the university's garden. He's relaxing by himself, content to have no one bothering him. The new person to his group of friends had shown him this spot. They'd had a pleasant picnic here a few days ago. He was grateful, but he wouldn't tell the newcomer that. Something about them infuriated him worse than Daryl did. They weren't loud, or obnoxious they just... cared too much. They wanted to know more about him just like his swarms of admirers. Plus, Crowe would be upset if he tried to steal his crush away. Not that he liked them anyway; or at least that's what he keeps telling himself. But that careful tone, those worried eyes... they stick in his head. Finally, as lunch nears it's end, he sees them walking towards him. Granted they did have art history together, but he only ever saw the back of their head. He gets up before they're within reasonable distance. He brushes his shoulder past them intentionally and speaks in his firm, low voice.

Geo: "Leave me alone. I'm not your friend, boyfriend, or anything else." His voice is frigid in a practiced sort of way. He's told countless people off like thos over the years.