"I'm going, I'm going," Ian said, hands up in defeat as he headed towards the male dorms. She was the one who invited him, why was she so touchy? Still, that voice persisted faintly. Nothing clear, but soothing, tender whispers. He felt rejected, but he wasn't sure why...and that kind feeling seemed to radiate whenever he heard those soft murmurs against his ear. It seemed to come and go, but that last time was so painfully clear it...he didn't know what to feel about it.
Maybe it was just whatever they drugged him up with, or something. Yeah. Sure. He needed to find a place to crash, anyway.