It is morning in Saint Claire and Andrea is currently in the kitchen eating some cereal at the small table. She is dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a baggy sweater that hangs off of one shoulder. Her hair is pulled back behind her into a messy clump. She recently showered, but still has the look of exhaustion about her.

It's not the day after the de-baning, but the day after that. Yesterday Felix sent a text in the afternoon ('hop ur doin ok'); today apparently he's sending a Felix, since there's a knock on the door and, after a minute or so in which it isn't currently answered, that's who opens the door and glances around before stepping in. He pauses, tilting his head and listening for sounds of life. Quiet though they are, either the sounds of cereal-eating or just pure luck lead him toward the kitchen, and he stops at the doorway, looking her over briefly from there. "Hey."

Cramming another spoon into her mouth, Andrea looks over at the incoming Gnawer with a shrug of her shoulders. "Hey." She says cooly back to him. "Sup?" She puts another bite into her mouth, crunching around it loudly before she swallows it back down.

Felix leans against the doorframe, watching Andrea eat. "Not a lot new an' excitin'. Mostly the normal shit. 'sup with you?" A glance at her breakfast, "Good cereal?" There's a wry half-smile to go with the question, and he adds, "I think that might be the smallest talk I ever tried makin'."

"It's Cheerios." Andrea says as she finishes the last bite, then drops the bowl into the sink. Brushing away some bangs away from her face, she motions to the cabinets. "Go ahead and eat something if you want."

"I'm prolly gonna get fired from the tribe or somethin' if people find out I turned down food, but I just ate before I got here," Felix says, "...maybe take you up on it if I get hungry before you kick me out. Anyway." He looks her over again, and sighs. "Look, I dunno what-all you had to deal with durin' or what you gotta now, an' I don't doubt for a moment it sucks, but as far as =I'm= concerned, we're friends. An' I don't abandon my friends, so. Tell me what you need. You wanna talk to me about shit, I'll listen. You want me to leave you alone, I'm gone, but I'm gonna keep checkin' in on you. You want, I dunno, a pint of Ben 'n' Jerry's an' a copy of Spaceballs or some shit, sure, whatever. Might hafta draw the line at a private jet or somethin'." That wry half-smile again with the last one, though fainter this time.

"I don't know what I want, or need, Felix. I don't care. I got a test to study for on Monday and I'm probably weeks behind on the material. Sure, we're friends. Nothing's changed." Andrea opens a cabinet up and takes out a box of crackers, sliding one out and popping it into her mouth for a loud crunch.

Felix exhales through his nose, a frustrated but not aggressive sound, and nods. "Well, if you dunno, I sure as hell don't. I suck at this kinda shit. Usually I just get people shitfaced but somehow that kinda doesn't feel appropriate here. ...I'd offer to help you study but I reckon you prolly wanna pass." He cracks another of those faint smiles with that, and looks up at the ceiling a moment, then back to her. "I dunno, maybe I'll take you up on that eatin' somethin' thing after all," he decides, and heads over toward their fridge.

"Barely passing is still passing." Andrea shrugs again upwards as she heads back to the table and sits down in front of a math book. Flipping it open to about halfway, she stares at it for a long moment before sliding her chin into the palm of one hand. Closing her eyes, she lets out a heavy sigh.

"If it weren't, ninth wouldn't've been the first grade they wanted me to do over," Felix agrees, and claims an apple from the crisper. He closes the fridge and wanders over to the table, to take a look at what it is Andrea's studying. Hey, math, not his worst subject! ...oh, but it's got those letters in it like Justin was talking about. Oh well. He's just reaching to pull out the seat next to Andrea when she settles like that and sighs, and there's a flicker of hesitation before he pulls it out and sits anyway. He glances sidelong at her; this is not the sort of female (or, for that matter, male) body language he's used to interpreting. Eh, fuck it. He reaches over to give her a one-armed hug, not quite tentative, but light and undemanding.

Andrea_J tenses up visibly as he puts his arm around her and quickly leaps to her feet, pushing away from him. Snatching her book off the table, she turns and heads out of the kitchen for the main area. Scowling, she flops down into a chair and pulls the book in against her, opening it back to the same page she was just on.

Felix reclaims the arm as soon as she starts tensing, leaning slightly away and holding both hands flat toward her placatingly. "Didn't mean nothin'," he promises, "You don't wanna be touched, I won't touch you. Y'just looked like..." He trails off, and sighs, glancing toward the ceiling again. "Y'just seemed like you could use a hug or somethin'. I =told= you I'm shit at this. I'm tryin', okay?" He stays where he is for the moment, taking what one might consider an unnecessarily vehement bite of the apple. It crunches well.

"I don't need a hug. I don't need pity. I just need to do my math and pass so I can graduate and get the fuck out of here." Andrea says as she starts to scribble in her notebook furiously, staring at the pages with an intense look on her face.

"Well, good, 'cause I'm fuckin' shitty at pity too," Felix says, getting up and kicking the chair back into place. He and the apple head out into the main room, and he flops onto a couch, lying on his back, decidedly not within reach of the kin. "I just wanna make shit suck less, because for some fuckin' reason I like you. So if that means figuring out how to help get to where you can leave, fine, I guess, that's what people do." He takes another aggressive bite of the apple. After a moment of chewing, "Could try an' teach me the math. 's supposed to be the best way to learn shit, teaching it to people. Makes you hafta really think it through an' understand it."