Reason to Repent

[Calliope Gallo]

Callie refused to look back. It was embarrassing to know that she couldn't stop herself from crying once she started. It was embarrassing to feel the overt need to bail on something she loved so much; the fact that she was going to miss dance practice made things all the more difficult. She never missed practice.

Eric knew that. He also knew where she was supposed to be at that time of a day.

She had every intention of walking back to her dorm once she'd messaged her brother. But once her hands pressed against the handle of the glass door, she instantly froze.

He, within the next moment, had teleported to the other side.

Calliope's blue eyes went wide, and she immediately shut the door. Shut herself in. "What're you doing?" She asked, knowing she should lift her hands to wipe her eyes. But doing so would give him the advantage - the means to get to her.

As if she'd already forgotten that he was a teleporter.

[Eric Jones]

Eric moved quickly when it came to family members in distress. Well, even more quickly than his already faster-than-average method of transport. One minute he was on campus looking at his phone and the next, he was at the courtyard in time to see Callie slip into the auditorium.

He was at the door in moments. "You texted me," he said through the glass, pressing one hand against it. He didn't teleport across, not yet, nor did he push even when her hands lifted away from the door. "Callie, what happened? Are you ok?"

She had a chance to tell him, he'd respect the glass doors, but not for long. Not when she was crying. Not when someone had made his baby sister cry.

[Calliope Gallo]

His words were a little muffled, but they were easy enough to catch. Callie frowned towards him - yes, she had texted him, but she didn't expect him to actually show up. Not this quickly. Then again, she had to wonder why she assumed that. This was Eric. If he got a minimal feeling of distress from the younger sibling, he was there in a heartbeat.

When he asked what happened, her teeth sunk into her lip. She didn't want to grace him with an answer. Finally she raised her hands to run them across her cheeks.

"Aderfos," She started, her nose crinkling as her hands pressed to the handle again. Her fingers curled around it and she held on tightly, and she turned her dull blue eyes towards her hands. She didn't want to look at him; "Am I a prima donna?"