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Zechariah noticed how nervous (or shy) Pheonix was. Maybe he has not been around people much. "Hello. I'm Zechariah, your roomate? Sorry for the short notice. I was admitted late." He could not help but feel he should try and help with something. Rasing an eyebrow, he made the query, "Did I come at a bad time, Phoenix? Is something bothering you?"

He did not know what was going on. It could be stress-related, or possibly just social awkwardness. Either way, he wanted to help. This was his first time as a college student, and he would rather start on a good note. Of curse, beng twenty years old, he felt out of place, knowing he was probably one of the oldest college freashmen on campus. It was kind of embarrassing to enroll so late.