They were both doing not so good when it came to their colors and meanings. He was supposedly passion and heart, and yet he was torn. Confused, angry, full of questions. Already in a mood when he got back to his room after taking a much needed break from the discussion with Charlie. Pulling his key card from his pocket he made a sound of annoyance and pulled open the door. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Charlie was here. Not in prison like she should be, not waiting for deletion after betraying them.
He sighed as the door finally opened and he leaned against the inside of it with his eyes closed, head hurting. He wasn't expecting any company, and was surprised when he found Kira on his bed, but in a good way. An exasperated smile crept into his lips as he flipped onto the light. "Kira?" A brow raised in curiosity.