[Ah, that— he's happy to read it, of course. Happy enough that it feels like his chest swells, and the heat on his face is a little too much. He's worried it's obvious, and the more he worries about it, the worse the feeling gets.
At the same time, even though he scrunches up his face like he's going to come up with some tsundere comment, or tell Dextera to shut up when he's really said nothing at all, he finds himself unable to do it.
The message had been too nice. Despite the way that he pushed everyone and everything away, the automatic reaction to kindness that would scare most people off but kept good friends close, like a test— he doesn't want to test this. The last thing he wants is to push back so much that Dextera pulls away.
So, he stares back down at the chess board, instead, hoping that will help his burning ears.]
...Yeah, I know. [A long pause, like he's still struggling with what to say.] Me, too.
[...]
Want to play another one? They're faster like this.
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At the same time, even though he scrunches up his face like he's going to come up with some tsundere comment, or tell Dextera to shut up when he's really said nothing at all, he finds himself unable to do it.
The message had been too nice. Despite the way that he pushed everyone and everything away, the automatic reaction to kindness that would scare most people off but kept good friends close, like a test— he doesn't want to test this. The last thing he wants is to push back so much that Dextera pulls away.
So, he stares back down at the chess board, instead, hoping that will help his burning ears.]
...Yeah, I know. [A long pause, like he's still struggling with what to say.] Me, too.
[...]
Want to play another one? They're faster like this.