At the mention of Gavin's twin Haydn's eyes snapped up from his lighter. He had the feeling that the blonde had mentioned her on purpose. He was well aware that the Jewish boy had a thing for his sister even though they had never actually talked about it. But that made Haydn feel better, knowing that he would never have to have that awkward conversation. Crushing on other people's sisters never seemed to end well for Haydn, the brothers never seemed to think he was good enough to date their sisters. But with Gavin there was never that problem. Not that Haydn would ever actually get to the dating stage with Savannah. Yeah, he liked her a lot, but... She was scary. He'd be terrified to ask her out because, knowing her, she'd do something horrific to him. Of course, he tried to tell himself that he was just exaggerating, but there was a small part of him that refused to listen. She hadn't ever given him any evidence that said otherwise, had she?
He turned his lighter over in his hand, looking at Gavin expectantly. The metal was already warming up again and feeling so much more familiar. For some reason, when the lighter was cold like that it seemed very alien to him. Maybe it was just his inner pyro being weird. He really needed a name for that, he hated calling himself a pyro - even though he was one in EVERY sense of the word. People always associated the word "pyro" with those maniacs who lit things on fire for fun and ended up with their asses in jail because they got caught for arson. Haydn didn't do that crap. He just liked to play with fire. It was pretty and he could control it, nothing maniac-ish about it.
"Ready, sunshine?" Haydn raised his eyebrows at his roommate before smirking and just taking it in stride like he always did.
"After you, honeybear," he replied, sarcasm pulling at his voice as he did so. See, if he had behaved more like this when he was back home, he would be able to understand why everyone used to think he was gay. But he was different then. He never got it.