whAT? NO! That's not— [ He shifts his gaze to look at Cain pointedly, despite his weird embarrassment. Honestly, he's an idiot. He eventually covers his face with a hand, rubbing his palm over his face, mortified. ]
It's fine, you're. Fine. [ He's just going to keep his face covered with one hand. It doesn't really do much to hide the fact he's flushed from the tips of his ears clear down his neck into the collar of his turtleneck. ]
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It's fine, you're. Fine. [ He's just going to keep his face covered with one hand. It doesn't really do much to hide the fact he's flushed from the tips of his ears clear down his neck into the collar of his turtleneck. ]
Sorry. It feels private.