"I'm not sure 'emo' is the right category?" Gabriel says distractedly, watching him leave, "But he's certainly a quiet one." 

Caine heads for the stairs, taking them two at a time and then pausing up at the top to look around there, too. He catches sight of Robin, grimaces just the smallest amount, and then sees Ezra. He pauses for a moment, staring. 

Ezra is trying to explain something for Robin.

"Yeah, whatever you call never-has-any-fun kind of character."

"Might be that he finds different things fun than you do?" 

Robin is trying very hard to understand! Math is haaaaard. 

Math can be very hard, but Ezra tries his best to teach the moving parts of the problem.

"Most people don't have my good taste. But I don't think Caine ever does anything fun?"

"I don't know, maybe he likes... studying," he counters, lamely. What does Caine do for fun? 

"If that is the case, then I guess your fancy school is not giving him enough homework, or he has another reason for being like that. Maybe he is always secretly with a sour taste in his mouth? Which, too bad, he is already quite pretty even with the sour face."

Gabriel shakes his head, a little exasperated, and redirects Gabe's attention onto his homework.

Upstairs, Erin steps out of the bathroom... and sees Caine's back, as he's still watching Ezra discretely. Impishly, she decides to shut the door with force just shy of a slam, making a loud enough noise to draw attention from around the upper floor.

Ezra reflexively looks. Then he looks back at the table, as not to be impolite, then he looks away again, but glancing at Caine.

Caine starts, half-turning to look at her - missing Ezra's glance in the process - and then glares a little in response to the look on her face, flustered. 

"Sorry!" She says, eyes laughing, "That was a little loud." 

She meets Ezra's eyes past Caine, and smiles wide at him, "Ezra, hi!" She steps past Caine towards their table, "And Robin," she nods at the other boy, "You two getting along?" 

"I am, Robin is pleasant company." Ezra pats Robin's back like the other boy is many years younger.

"I am?"

Robin looks away from his mostly one-sided glaring contest with Caine.

"I mean, yeah, we're getting along great! And my homework's getting done and everything. You can focus on your new... tutee?" 

(He ducks away from Ezra's hand.)

"That's good!" She looks to Ezra, "You know Caine, right?" 

"Yes, of course. His hair is striking. In a good way, I mean," he amends quickly.

"It is that," she laughs. "I've been trying to convince him to join up with the program, but he's being very resistant." 

Caine, who is definitely not at all flustered by Ezra's compliment, gives a short shake of his head, "I have better things to do," he states.

With that in mind, he addresses Erin, "The psychology class I missed on Wednesday. You said you'd take notes for me."

"Well, sure, but I don't have them on me right now," she tells him, a little exasperated. 

"Oh, I have those. Let me rummage around for them."

The action is less rummaging around and more taking them out of a neatly organized color-coded folder.