Talk about the painting stuff....

Alright, here you go. You need to make sure Cameron's okay. Y-you're still kind of sad about the painting too, but that's okay -- if you don't talk to him about it, it'll be hard for things to improve, and you're sharing a room with him for at least a year- maybe three!

He's just across the room from you, sitting on the ground and rifling through his bag. This is as good a time as any.

You make sure your hair's all in place and straighten out your shirt collar. He's still in the room while you do it, so you just kind of face away from him until you've finished psyching yourself up, and then you turn and walk two steps over to him.

"HEY CAMERON!" You grin wide, and Cameron's head shoots over to look at you. "CAN I TALK TO YOU?"

He nods rapidly, so you plop yourself down cross-legged next to him. He shifts a little bit away from you. You shift twice that distance towards him and lean in close. There's a long pause where you two just stare at each other's eyes.

"I wanted to talk about the whole painting thingy." You suddenly blurt out. "I'm super duper sorry I didn't know that was going to happen and it was so embarrassing and I really really hated it but then Lexi came and I'm feeling a bit better now but you seem really off and I don't want you to hate me I really didn't know that was going to happen I had no idea please don't hate me I want us to be friends please."

Cameron blinks. Then, with a sigh, his posture relaxes a little bit and his shoulders slacken. "I'm sorry too." As he speaks, he shifts a bit away from you again. You continue leaning towards him. "It's nothing to do with you, I'm just- I'm not good with that kind of stuff."

"Why not?" You cock your head.

"Doesn't matter." He says after a brief pause. "S-sorry. The only thing I'm any good at is punching stuff with gauntlets."