Remy had been back at the mansion for a few days now, but Jono had been doing his best to avoid his roommate and he'd been rather successful thus far. He'd spent the past few nights in Angelo's dorm, finding it much more comfortable than his own now that Remy was around again. He was still extremely pissed off at the Cajun and he knew that if he encountered him things would escalate into a fight rather quickly. Unfortunately his luck was about run out, in more ways than one. He was just rounding the corner from Angelo's room to walk to his own when he heard his name being whispered (rather loudly) in a familiar accent. He didn't even have to turn around to know it was Remy, but he did so anyway, albeit reluctantly. Christ, was that a beer in his hand? In the middle of the school? Great.
He couldn't say anything to Remy thanks to the idiot's mental shield, and he was without the whiteboard or anything to scribble a note on. So he simply paused in the hallway, shooting Remy a death glare that very clearly said "What the fuck do you want?"