"Yes," he says, and blinks and shakes his head and drops his eyes. In the entire process of coming over to the fireplace and tucking himself into the opposite corner of the couch, he does not once look directly at Reo again.
"Want to tell me what the hell's going on?" he asks, his voice low and even, his posture outwardly relaxed but with a core of humming tension that suggests he may be ready to bolt at any moment.
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"Yes," he says, and blinks and shakes his head and drops his eyes. In the entire process of coming over to the fireplace and tucking himself into the opposite corner of the couch, he does not once look directly at Reo again.
"Want to tell me what the hell's going on?" he asks, his voice low and even, his posture outwardly relaxed but with a core of humming tension that suggests he may be ready to bolt at any moment.