Snow
Snow's pride was a tad bruised, but he tried not to let that get to him. His eyes widened a bit at Ashley's 'cute' comment. He never really thought about how women saw him. He just focused on the task at hand and kept it moving, but now that he wasn't working, he let that comment sink in. It was the first time that he'd been called cute since he could remember. He limped his way up the two stairs and made his way to the door. His hand touched the handle lightly before he looked back at Ash, "I'm not cute," he said, deadpan then left.
By the time he reached their room, Snow's leg was screaming bloody murder. He plopped onto his bed and laid on his back; waiting. It didn't take long for Ashley to arrive back with their food. He was tempted to let her stay out there because he didn't want to get up, but pie was on the line here. He pushed himself to open the door. His face was void of emotion as he said, "Funny," though he wasn't laughing. He grabbed a pepsi from her hand and made his way back onto his bed. He sat with his long legs extended and his back against the headboard. "So, is this, like, us bonding or something?" He kicked his bat onto the floor beside his bed, hearing the low thump. His bright eyes were on Ashley, but they conveyed nothing. "Is pie your way of trying to understand me and getting me to 'open up'? Like in those romantic novels?" There goes that 'Almost' smile. "Since I've been here, I've been doing some light reading."