Trent eyed the scowl and then snorted. "Didn't know you were so sensitive." He was teasing that much was obvious by the slow smile on Trent's face and the twinkle in his eyes. The mention of Xanthippe sent a chill down Trent's spine and he didn't have to be a mind reader to know the girl with snakes for hair didn't like him all that much. Barclay on the other hand, good friend of Trent's.
"Curious," he shared with a shrug, eyes slipping to where Ashton's hand had caught the page. "Difference between acquaintance and friendship." He angled his head until he lifted the collar of Ashton's shirt with his telekinesis, playing with it before giving it a soft tug. "Friends, you share things with. Talk 'bout stuff. Acquaintances you know 'cause you need the company for some reason."
The dark haired teen rested his eyes on Ashton, the gaze bright and impossibly blue. "You enjoy their company?"