Jericho shyly observed his new home. He wasn't comfortable living in the Tower like this, imposing in on the Titans, but they insisted he stay with them until they were able to track Slade down. Slade had been targeting Jericho more than any other Titan lately--his mountain had almost been blown to pieces until the other Titans made him leave it. The fact that he really didn't want to talk about Slade didn't quite help the fact that he didn't want to impose, but they wouldn't let him refuse. The only reason he'd agreed to imposing on the Titans in the first place was so that his mountain wouldn't get destroyed.
"Welcome to your new home, buddy!" yelled Beast Boy, his loud voice squeaky as always, leading Jericho over to the sofa and sitting him down. Jericho propped his guitar up in the floor, its neck being held up by the couch.

"Yeah man," said Cyborg, flopping next to Jericho, "Welcome to the Tower!"
"Welcome, Friend Jericho!" yelled Starfire, who was floating around, a big smile on her face. "We are most pleased to have you in our lovely househome!" Jericho smiled back at her. It was nice to be around someone so cheery, even if she was mostly cheery because she didn't quite understand what was going on all of the time.

"You're welcome to stay as long as necessary," mumbled Robin half-heartedly. Jericho knew Robin wasn't bitter about having him there, he just always got a little darker whenever Slade made an appearance. Jericho could understand, but the subject still made him nervous.

"What he means," said Cyborg, giving Robin a momentary glare, "is that we're glad you're here."
"Very, very, very glad!" said Starfire with glee. "The more is the happier, says Beast Boy!"
"It's 'The more the merrier', Star," said Robin, giving her a slight smirk and allowing himself a couple seconds of light chuckling.

"More is merrier, more is merrier!" she called out, spinning a little in the sky. "Raven, are you not going to welcome our new friend?" Raven was sitting on the opposite end of the couch, reading a book. She peered over the top of it, gave Jericho a miniscule nod, then went back to reading.

"Don't mind her," said Cyborg. "She's just...Antisocial."

"She's really not so bad," said Beast Boy. He paused. "Well, when you get to know her..." Jericho nodded, trying to convey the words, "I'm sure." Beat Boy smiled, but looked a little confused. Jericho didn't get annoyed; he got this a lot. Not many people got his gestures. Beast Boy would figure it out soon. He was...Smart enough...Probably. "So!" Beast Boy yelled, "Sweet guitar!" He picked up the guitar and started playing it. Poorly. Jericho's eyes widened in horror. Very, very seldom did he ever let anyone touch his guitar. Jericho was usually very agreeable and easy to get along with, but when it came to his guitar...

Beast Boy--who was now singing a tune to go with his "song"--was cut off by Raven, who slammed her book down hard on his head.

"I am trying to read," she said quietly, her voice dripping with malice.

"Well, if you don't want people to talk, go in a different room!" he yelled back at her. She sighed angrily and walked off to her room.

"Really, she's not that bad once you get to know her..." said Cyborg, a little embarrassed. Robin got up from the couch and headed towards his room.

"Where are you going, Robin?" asked Starfire, stopping in the middle of her floaty glee.

"I'm going to start tracking Slade." Immediately, Jericho could feel his cheeks get redder. He sunk in the sofa, hoping people would pay attention to Robin instead of himself.

"Aw, come on!" said Beast Boy, "Don't spoil the fun already!" Robin kept walking silently. Starfire sighed sadly.

"Robin? Robin!" hollered Beast Boy, "C'mon, come back!" but he was already gone. "Oh well," said Beast Boy, who again picked up the guitar and started singing. Jericho silently sighed and put his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. He was not used to headaches.

Once the commotion calmed down—though it took quite a while for the Titans to go back to their normal routine—Jericho went down to the shore with his guitar. He sat on a rock, deciding it was the closest to a mountain he'd ever be in Jump City. He took out a pick and strummed the D string. He cringed at the sound of it—Beast Boy must have down some serious damage to his beloved guitar, because what should have been a perfectly tuned D was now an F, two whole steps above what it should have been. Silently sighing, he plucked the string and twisted the peg lightly. The F quickly descended to an E-flat, then down to a D.

But no, no—that was too sharp. Another twist of the peg—

Too flat! Another twist—

Almost there, just a little flat…And then with one pluck, he felt almost completely better about Beast Boy handling his guitar. A perfect D sounded clean in the moist air. Now onto G…

Jericho went through the same process with every string, each one sounding worse than the first, but each eventually sounding better than the next.