[i]You did not just do what I think you did..."[/i] Tris almost snarled, Tychus already knowing what came next. Reflexively he turned his cheek slightly, moving into her swing, making the impact a bit louder, the blow stinging as much as it would have had he remained still. It was more for her benefit than his own, Tychus fully aware of how Tris acted around him, how she thought or better stated, how she felt. The sting of the blow was already beginning to fade by the time she dove into her venomous insults, something she tended to do in these situations. Tris had always had a nasty habit of forgetting that at the end of the day, Tychus was still the one leading her language class, making her a student first and a friend second when it came to her language skills. The rest of her anger was more a defense mechanism than anything itself. Tychus knew how she felt about him, knew that she wanted recognition, something more than he was going to give her just for helping him mop up his messes. She said she'd never help every time and every time after, she was back.

'[i]Jason has his own problems[/i]' he almost went to sign, knowing it was futile at this point. Her back was turned and she was on her way out, only taking the time to talk at himself and the boy that accompanied her before making her exit. Her words weren't exactly the most complimentary things he had received from her in awhile, the part about her being wrong on his being a hunter to look up to and a great friend stinging substantially more than the earlier slap. Tichondrius looked to Tris's familiar, signing toward her, assuming that she had picked up on some from being around Tris, "Bring her by the tree later tonight. I'll apologise." Tychus then shifted his focus to the boy that Tris had dragged along, frowning, unsure of what to do with him, if anything. He held up a single finger at the boy, shoving a hand into his pocket fishing out his smartphone, a massive Note 3, and popped out the stylus. He quickly jotted down a note and turned the device toward the boy, "Giver her some company, she'll cheer up quickly enough. If you want to talk to me later on, come by the fashion portion of the arts complex or the TA housing at the edge of campus and I'll tell you about whatever it is you must want to know. Ok? Now... shoo."