[ Allen's conversational observations do absolutely nothing to set him at ease. He remains stiff, his demeanor cut in stone. When Tim peers closer to him, his neck automatically veers away, his cheek practically pressing against his other shoulder. Still, resolutely not looking at him.
Tight-lipped. Feeling like his heart has gone wild in his chest, Shouto doesn't answer for a long time. Face still turned away from the round little bauble on his shoulder making him sweat. ]
... Yes.
[ He finally answers. Stiff as a board with no idea how to handle the situation other than remaining very, very still. ]
This is what makes him sweat....
Tight-lipped. Feeling like his heart has gone wild in his chest, Shouto doesn't answer for a long time. Face still turned away from the round little bauble on his shoulder making him sweat. ]
... Yes.
[ He finally answers. Stiff as a board with no idea how to handle the situation other than remaining very, very still. ]