Glad he hadn’t gotten snapped at when the kid whipped around and thunked his head, Callum winced anyhow at the sound. And maybe a little at the glare. He didn’t think the other saw him though because the next moment Beck was shuffling around onto his bed and Callum busied himself with his own trunk. He figured he’d have to find Fergus at some point but maybe for now he’d just finish unpacking. Maybe the cat would find its own way back? Wishful thinking, likely. Caramel hues looked up as the other spoke again and Callum didn’t respond. He didn’t nod or shake his head, or even peep. He didn’t particularly care about leaving the window open tonight but... well he hoped this wouldn’t become a habitual thing. He didn’t need to get snowed on in the winter. Eyes still trained on him, Callum was surprised when Beck asked about Fergus. “Um,” he reached up to scratch the back of his head awkwardly. “I’m sure he’s with Mirren,” the redhead managed. It was a lie, and probably an obvious one to anybody who knew him but Beck certainly didn’t. Callum dropped his hand back to his side. He ought to reach out and ask if the other was ok, but nothing in him wanted to. So Callum didn’t. Instead, he pulled out some trousers and extra robes and went about hanging and folding and otherwise neatly putting his things in the dresser assigned to his bed. He didn’t want to talk to Maxwell Beck. It was bad enough they were stuck with one another for the foreseeable year!
Callum sighed to himself miserably. He really did hope Fergus was with Mirren…