His gaze lingers on the ceiling as the other teen speaks. After a moment, his gaze falls back to him...
Oh...
His eyes definitely widen a little at the hands in his hair. He can clearly see how taught they are, and how tightly curled the fists are. For a moment, he just... stares... seeming at a loss for what to do.
It's exceedingly awkward when the brings a hand up and kind of... lightly grabs Akechi's. St...op? Please?
He really isn't good at this sort of thing. The way his brow is tensed is evidence of how he's struggling to come up with something.
The words that finally escape him seems to surprise even himself:
no subject
His gaze lingers on the ceiling as the other teen speaks. After a moment, his gaze falls back to him...
Oh...
His eyes definitely widen a little at the hands in his hair. He can clearly see how taught they are, and how tightly curled the fists are. For a moment, he just... stares... seeming at a loss for what to do.
It's exceedingly awkward when the brings a hand up and kind of... lightly grabs Akechi's. St...op? Please?
He really isn't good at this sort of thing. The way his brow is tensed is evidence of how he's struggling to come up with something.
The words that finally escape him seems to surprise even himself:
"It's hard."