"So." Zale said quietly, trying to avoid eye contact with Anthony. He always found it so strange how that whenever the group was together, everything was fine, but that between Anthony and him, everything was awkward. The living room creaked in protest of silence, and the wind howled down the chimney in the living room. While Tony sat at the counter, Zale stood standing against the sink. What was there to do but wait until Alex and Alyssa got out of the shower. It had only been a minute since they had jumped in. "Ya' know, you should change out of those clothes, or you'll get sick." Zale said, walking over to the counter and pushing the clothes closer to Tony. He needed to change, because hypothermia was the last thing anyone wanted, and it was bad enough that the house didn't have heat, but to sit in soaking wet clothes (and on my grandmother's newly upholstered chairs? Oh, well. Poor Tony didn't know better)? "In fact, I want you to change right now." Zale exclaimed, demanding Anthony to snap out of his own little world, and turn his attention to the smaller brunette. "Wha-Oh, yeah, m'kay." Anthony said, acting lost. Regardless of what he wanted to do, the tan, young adult got up with the clothes and walked to Zale's room. Zale just studied Tony as he walked away. Zale, compared to Anthony, was small. Not that Zale didn't have a build, he did somewhat, but height-wise, he was at least five inches smaller than Anthony, and Anthony had big, bulky arms, which made him rather intimidating. Too bad everyone knew he was too nice and girlish to beat someone up. Anthony came back minutes later, his short hair still a little damp from the rain, and sat back down at the counters. They could hear the rain through the stovetop vent, and it was starting to get worse. "Do you want any food? I should make some anyways, I haven't eaten all day." Zale stated, hoping they could create conversation, but knew that Tony's zoning out wouldn't allow it. When Tony didn't answer after a few minutes, Zale just decided to make whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was soup. Cliche, yes, but soup was delicious on a cold day, was it not? He reached out, turning the knob of the stove, hearing the lighter 'click-click-click' and then turned slightly more and a small fire lit. Gas stoves are genius, Zale though, forgetting he had people in the house, and starting to sing. He sang soft, but it was oddly loud in the quiet, cold house, and when he turned around with the pot for the soup Alex was standing there, next to Anthony, each with an eyebrow raised. Of course, Alex comes out and Anthony's life lights up. It turns out Zale must really be boring by himself. That or Tony just was out of it...every time Zale was alone with him in a room. That seems a little too fishy to be true. It didn't matter anyways. Sometimes people can be good friends, but only when others are around. A more...social friendship?