Actually, getting to know each other is best since they were going to spend their first year together. It'd be Shafer's last year anyways since he was a Senior in twelfth grade. The shitlist though...
"Nothing comes to mind for that list right now..." he replied, pondering his mind. "I might as well tell you later. As for you, you might as well tell me your list as well." Hopefully, Shafer hadn't already achieved his place on the shitlist, and if he was, then he probably wasn't the first. He actually was aiming to be good friends with this person named Zeyn. His name itself was foreign to his ears.
Seeing Zeyn scratch at his wound gave him a sick feeling inside of his stomach. He never really liked the site of blood. It made his stomach turn and often made him nauseous, but he never showed any real signs of it physically. As his mind was stained with that red color, he realized that Zeyn was talking to him yet again. "Oh no, I don't mind obnoxious people. I could deem them annoying, but over all, I wouldn't act out." Noticing Zeyn's reaction afterwards, he could tell that the male was thoroughly in pain. Suddenly, the feeling of pity arose in his system. He'd almost jumped, but he kept a cool head when Zeyn ripped off his bandages. Examining the open gash across the male's bicep, he forced himself not to loose his head. Instead, he bit his lower lip to suppress any outbursts. By this time, he wasn't really paying attention, and when his roommate asked for some help, he snapped back to his senses.
"O-Oh. Right. I'll get right to it. I'll even wrap it for you. Just tell me when it hurts."
Shafer wasn't actually experienced with nursing and taking care of injuries, but he remembered when he was in elementary school a kid in his class opened a fairly large wound - which was when the trauma of seeing blood started - and a few kids were asked to come, including him, to be questioned on what had happened. Shafer, as antsy as he was as a child, was curious and saw the process of wrapping that wound, and has been forever edged in his mind to serve as a reminder.
Taking out a fresh bandage, he took some scissors out from the bag. Then, he gently wrapped his bicep in the area of the wound, careful not to hurt him. When he felt as if it were enough, he cut it and taped the bandage to hold its place. "Well, hopefully that works for you."